Because today is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day, I thought that I would share the tiniest fragment of the 174 line poem that I submitted for my last uni assessment. It is a fictional piece about a stillbirth, inspired by readings from The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy, a Bhartrhari poem, a Bruce Dawe poem, some lines from Helen Garner’s This House of Grief, and some beautiful writing theory by Helene Cixous. The poem tells a story, this is part of the mother’s acceptance that what has happened is true.

Deepest love to all who have lost a baby, in any way, and know that you made of your body an armour, a cradle, a harbour x

 

(Every mother makes of her body

an armour; a cradle;

a harbour,

 

made of flesh, and stars,

but mostly water,

mostly all parts water,

 

rushing rivers bearing heartbeats,

and lullabies, and sometimes, heartbeats

Stop.)