Da Monday Poyim…

Da Monday Poyim

In 2008, MBH published Seahorses, her first collection.  Since then it has sustained me through summers, winters, hospital internments, secret sailings and dubious departures.

Since then, she has been kept far too busy for words running around after me and the little people.  But still, poetry happens.  Sometimes at a price, but never without a tender heart and a listening ear.

Today’s poem “Pang” was published in Gutter 3, part of a sequence of six pregnancy poems.  I remember the cucumber moons, and the burrowing baby pang is now a big, noisy three and a half year old.  Times change, but the moment captured by great poetry is always there for us.

Enjoy it.

Pang

Leaving my teeth
in cucumber moons

artichokes spreading
like moths

a beetroot
sliced for delectation

sausages dimpling
then splitting

bowls of vanilla
peppered by pods

a sharing of spoons
for two

all of these cravings
driven by you

my burgeoning,
burrowing, baby pang.

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About damagnifyingless

I live in Glasgow, and express myself through poetry, film, photography and my blog at https://damagnifyingless.wordpress.com
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