I silently cast a white bone spell with the new moon A starless revolution I waited, visiting in perfect stillness Engorged circle hanging in the air like breath Fat Moon – I rose to melt the frost, blinked blood and knew it didn't take. E.K
This untitled poem is an original piece that attempts to express the particularly crisp, acutely bitter ache one can feel after struggling to start or successfully maintain a pregnancy.
Do you enjoy reading and/or writing poetry? I do, and I think I’ll continue to share more of my own to this space.
Thanks for reading it ~ Bette