Poems

Miscarriage  

Warm summer

Suffocating my skin 

Your visit unwelcome 

Blue bleached sky 

In box squares 

My gaze lost through 

The hospital window

 

At twenty something weeks

Incinerated 

And then incarcerated 

In my heart forever 

Put to death 

As once you were conceived 

In an instant 

  

No coffin carried 

Nor chance to say goodbye 

And now

Cheated 

Of your very existence 

 

Because the extra days 

that should have counted

Didn’t

As day to night 

You were gone 

Into the hands of another

 

 And the sky mocking 

Its colour blue.

And tennis at Wimbledon

continued

As it does every year

On your anniversary

By Kathleen Rosie