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Sue Morgan lives in Co Down with her husband and two children. She holds an Honours degree in Archaeology, Anthropology and Ancient History, which she finds great for solving crosswords. She taught literacy to children with learning difficulties for many years but now writes full time. Her work has been published in Static Poetry (USA), The New Belfast Poetry Map, Every Day Poets,  Keep Her Lit and Crannog.


 

 

 

 

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A Birthing, of Sorts

Electric Dreams

 

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A Birthing, of Sorts

 

Midway between a foetus and a baby, 

a purple, skinned-rabbit. Expelled,

damp from the womb

atomic paroxysms of magenta placenta,

leveret liver. Butterflies of chaos

continue to shiver. No Zen here.   

Tick-tock motherhood explodes

into myth. Kim Phuc runs.     

A son.

 

 

 

Electric Dreams

 

 

They called it genetic,                                

taken with my mother’s milk.

Sense slipped from a shoulder.                  

 

Purple tastes sweet and green sings.

Ceiling peacock eyes have clear sight                           

like cut-glass on a vein.

 

They came to prepare me,

gown me and drug me.

Just another day without sleep,                 

 

or peace or persuasion.

Taken by trolley, aisle-trundled

to a theatre of screams.

                  

They said I’d remember nothing.

How wrong could they be?     

The ache of jaws that chewed whale bone.          

 

They called it madness

the part that saw truth and light and colour,

the part they rolled flat, smoked thin.       

 

 

©2012 Sue Morgan

 

 

Author Links

 

Recordings of a selection of Sue Morgan's poems at Audioboo.fm

Sue Morgan home page

More work by Morgan at EverydayPoets.com

 

 

 

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