Last Night…

Last night,
the moon was back outside my window
after a week away –
body bloated and milk-white.

Tonight,
the clouds are thick and heavy
and I cannot see her face.

I imagine her perfectly round
and pregnant,
like a splash of batter
or a drop of cream.

By Rebecca L. Atherton

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This little thing


 
I expand on the outside
as she grows within:
this little thing,
no bigger than an aubergine.
Tomorrow, she will be a baked potato.
Next week, a marrow perhaps?

I wonder what she’ll be like
when she comes out
and if she’ll look like my cat,
who has sat on top of her for days
keeping a tab on the various ways
I am changing.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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