Two Poems by Charlotte Begg


Blind mute Dog.

Before my mother’s emergency

hysterectomy

I remember seeing sanitary pads

concertinaed and stuffed away

wondering if

bletting

her stomach

or

remembering things he’d bit

from her tongue

or

(and this is the one

I believed in most

aged 12

from reading my official

The Girl Guide’s book for Girls)

when a near impish cord and eye arrived

and the world

crashed

leaving it mackled with wrong survivors

did she

bleed and bleed and bleed

until

doctors finish their tea break

intervene

saying

‘there’s nothing more we can do.’

did they pad her leaking parts

the best they could

sending her home to

bleed and bleed and bleed

into an eternity of trickling

heat

between her thighs to remind us

of marcid bee’s hives

dripping

never waiting for the smoking gun.

Maybe that’s why she hates me

why she scrubs

my skin so hard while facing the ceiling

trying to find something

I still don’t understand.

Ghost Bird

During the downpour

a black hole

encompassed

by twigs and moss had fallen

addled

I reached out but was paralysed by

the soft crack

underfoot.

Charlotte Begg is a poet and artist living on the Isle of Wight UK. She has had various works published, and hopes to publish her own chap book next year. She spreads her time thinly between her four children, puppy, husband, pot plants, a degree in creative writing, and editing Eye Flash Poetry Journal.

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