The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 3/16/09

[BlueIris]

"Hysterectomy"

I want nothing left.
No threads stringing eggs like small beads
Across the bottom of an ice box.

No second chance will wear my face,
And cry out to be born
From another woman's belly.

No stolen child of mine will know
His blood was borrowed, and his third mother
Was a brittle thing, seen through like glass.

My disease will be stripped out
Like the rotten lining of a leather coat,
And, neatly sewn, I will end here.

~Frieda Hughes

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear BlueIris...

Oh, wow...

This really says it...

Beautiful.

I wanted mine for similar reasons...

And, neatly sewn, I will end here.

Thank you!


:hug:

[BlueIris]

2. Yeah, I think Frieda Hughes is a great poet.

Which is something of a minority opinion among poets here. Glad to know this one spoke to you.