Miscarriage
Claire Scott And I saw her lying there under a paper sheet with pale pink cherry blossoms and I saw him with soft eyes and a stethoscope say you better sit down I saw you wipe sorrow with your sleeve, sketch your heart on a wall of regret knowing she couldn’t resist the lure of the needle speedballing to paradise and I saw passion streak like a comet across the solar system of your love splitting into pieces dispersing all possibility cherry blossoms fading and falling on extinguished life |
About the author:
Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize (2013 and 2014). She was also a semi-finalist for both the 2014 Pangaea Prize and the 2014 Atlantis Award. Claire is the Grand Prize winner of the White Pine Writing Contest for poetry. Her first book of poetry, Waiting to be Called, was recently published by IF SF Publishing. . |