I push you out,
screaming pelting
you into the air
you, the tiny perfection
of my infidelity
you, my lovechild
of the Sky-king
and you who
is destined for
something that
I cannot imagine
For I am simple,
a simple creature
a woman who
spread her legs
for the great beast
of a swan and
the woman who
now screams to
the heavens, begging
your father to
allow my loins
to give you life
And now you
come, pushing passed
my cervix, and into
the light
gold sparkles burst
in my eyes and
for the first time
I look upon the gods
in their truest form
for you glow as if
you are one of them
my daughter, you
are also his
and I name you
Helen… for him
Helen, whose face
will one day launch
the ships
Elizabeth Rebel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-giving-birth-to-helen-of-troy/
