A Great Sorrow

By Michele Seminara


It’s as if a storm-grey bird

has come to roost inside you:

gravid and plump, of shifting shape,

black clacking beak, wounded

accusatory eyes.


Its weight is felt always.

Sometimes bearable,

sometimes not; but never

seceded or not yours to carry.


(Although you’ve come to recognise

it in the slippery gaze of others,

their sagging back-bones harbouring

engorged hearts.)


While shopping, exercising,

watching the other children play

It curls, hard, against your ribs,

a dense and sobering canker;

your malformed babe.


First published in Michele Seminara’s latest publication, “HUSH” (Blank Rune Press, 2017).

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