Poem 463

Point of view of an unborn baby who shares the dread of being scanned when the suspicion arises that something is not right … fear outside the womb matched with fear inside as the moment arrives that alters everything and the huge desire in all parties to not see not say and instead carry on as before, keep their original future  … ‘she’ is the mother and ‘you’ the father I guess …

Too Long In The Camera

I am too long in the camera
and the fluid
that develops flesh
across these bones
                                        my shadow
in the womb
is not right
and alone here
I bury my fingers
in the folds of overexposure

flashed against
for the first time
and half of me glimpsed
I am uneasy
awaiting the rest

she cries
and the taste of tears
inhabits my brain
there it is
I am a monster
and still
a reflection of you