Grief Babies

Cherry

By camilla

Tue, 02 Feb 2016
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Grief babies

inhabit the body in a never ending gestation

They sometimes sleep

plump little

sources of lovely memory

but when you have a new one

it wakes them all up

and you pace the floor in the small hours

trying not to feed them

hoping the moon will roll away like a ball

 

Certificate PG
Poem
A Cobweb of Weeds
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

very beautifully put Camilla - I love the final image of the moon

 

Submitted by camilla on

 

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

Lovely work, metaphor and the way it's executed, simple, stark wording works really well and reflects the content. Brilliant final line, great work :)

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

You have captured such complexity here and made it look straight forward. Not easily done. Some very pretty imagery.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Copying Vera, I'm afraid, but the imagery is wonderful, and subject-wise, you have it just right. Loved it.

Bee