Thursday, 3 January 2019

A Poem by Sharon Phillips

* The following poem deals with the subject of miscarriages. *


She scrolls
screen after screen,
checks her body 

time and again for signs
this baby will be safer
than her last,

the scan’s moonscape 
by an empty sac.

to be done
to stop that loss,
little to prevent another, 

but she scrolls
through the screens
and performs her ritual.

Nausea. Sore breasts. 
No bleeding yet.
All's well.
Sharon is retired and lives on the Isle of Portland, in Dorset. Recent publication credits include Ink, Sweat and Tears, Algebra of Owls, The High Window and Snakeskin; poems are forthcoming in Eye Flash and Bonnie’s Crew.

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