The Poem

This poem seemed obscure in it’s meaning, but felt very heavy. I realized it was about abortion and the eternal moral decision that cannot be undone.

 

The Picture

This is an image that celebrates birth in all its messy, bloody, splendour.

 

Signals

 

Silence,

false truth in this inspiration

 

Words,

narrated.

 

The story teller in the

corridor

closing the door.

 

These thoughts

forever……..

unsure.

 

This presence conceals itself.

 

Mother

to

the unborn.

 

human existence

swept away

 

pools of daily fresh

blood on the floor.

 

The tide takes form,

ending,

 

Passages of time,

 

signals

 

your own

faithless preparations.

 

Knowledge is certainty,

Lack of crime

 

shades improvement,

 

strengthening desires

to prolong your delusions.

 

Memory ascribes

moral destiny

 

to justify destruction

as custom

contests conformity,

 

conscience

and reality must

Strike balance.

 

Poem By: Sue Michaud

 

 

Picture By: Sylvia Arthur