Sunday, 16 December 2012

Poem -The Breaking of the Blood


The Breaking of the Blood

It is very clear to me,
as it is clear to all of us,
that memory
of the first trace of blood.
It was a surprise,
as it is always a surprise,
for each woman
who comes upon herself
with the breaking of the blood.
And I thought as I gazed
at my blood upon the water 
of the time
when reaching 
into fine white snow
my hand found glass.
I thought
of a child’s fairytale
of a queen at a window
wishing herself a child
snow-white
and lips of blood. 

This poem was first published in Grandchildren of Albion ed. Michael Horovitz

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