I tell my husband I am pregnant and he sets out to make a tiny coffin (1891)
by Stephanie Green
I choose a name: Mhairi or Callum.
He searches the tide-wrack daily for driftwood.
He forbids me to make clothes
But I make sheets for the coffin-crib.
There will be clean linen until the last
while I will rock and croon to my babe
for the few blessed days of its life.
It is God’s will. I shut out imaginings:
the fourth or fifth night,
when the babe gives up sucking;
the seventh, clenched gums,
even for my finger dipped in water.
I am knitting a shawl of such intricacy,
nothing so beautiful will have been seen before.
|Six Poems on the Leaving of St Kilda|
|Euphemia MacCrimmond||Poem by Stephanie Green|
|I might as well be a widow (1900)||Poem by Stephanie Green|
|I tell my husband I am pregnant and he sets out to make a tiny coffin (1891)||Poem by Stephanie Green|
|The Boat Cold||Poem by Stephanie Green|
|The Leaving of St Kilda (1930)||Poem by Stephanie Green|
|Walking on Air in Gannet Slippers||Poem by Stephanie Green|