Nature's Wicked Joke

Nature’s wicked joke

 

Shattered glass

In beveled my body

Black crows

Peck heartlessly

At my mind

 

Nature’s wicked joke

 

My womb!

It’s my womb!

 

A child it craves!

 

Only to cradle

A tiny beating heart

For thirty-one days

 

My tears burns

 

My soul bleeds

 

As a dream is ripped from me

 

Shattered glass

In beveled my body

Black crows

Peck heartlessly

At my mind

 

Nature’s wicked joke

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Mazie Tackett]

wow

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful and sad tale in this poem. To lose a child is a lifetime pain. The poem was direct and the use of the language gave strength and purpose to this poem. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[nigrum homonculus]

this poem is so potent. speaks volumes about the torture of having a child and ultimately loosing it to cot death, so unfortunate. you expressed it well.

[Eagle Cruagh]

The nature of child bearing and
childbirth is , or can be torture, but
the loss of the child is beyond endurance.
Your poem is a relentless espose of the
child bearing process with it`s heartbreak
and record endurance.
---- John