Jude Goodwin, Canadian Poet

Jude Goodwin

She uses the personal to translate the universal.

Sparky

Sparky

Sparky

The baby didn’t grow.
His helix was made
from old stuff, entropic.
He sailed a while,
his heartbeat charged
with light, a tiny blip
in the sea of womb,
but papers rustled,
clipboards bore the weight
of this note and that
and doctors closed the door
behind them leaving the word
reabsorb like a small cough.
I hauled it home anyhow,
my useless boat,
where the knitted things
undid their knots.
One night a few weeks later
I awoke to a call,
like that of a boy racing up from the beach
with a sweater full of gull eggs,
and I rose to find the grey morning
lifting its wing.


Blue Heron Review is an online poetry magazine specializing in mystical and spiritual verse.  Blue Heron provides a space for poets who offer a positive message about living fully and engaging with the world through beauty, a sense of community, and acceptance. This poem was accepted for their Healing issue, Summer 2017.

 

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