It rained all day today the clouds were bloated and heavy and the spires of the colleges poked up into the grey stone-cold and unmoved. My friend stroked her bump and laughed her way
It is so unconscious, this water, So still and unknowable; Amniotic, cobbled with lillypads, Thick with pond weed and meadowsweet rushes. It is so unthinking too;
Tiny thing, Pink-faced and cradle-capped, Swaddled in a blanket that reeks of smoke. Your bright smile ricochets around the white walls, Over the heads of tired-looking health visitors,