Vivimarie VanderPoorten, winner of the Gratiaen Prize launched her second collection of poetry – “Stitch your eyelids shut”
Here’s a peek:
Verb to have
Once I lost a baby.
Speech meditated thought
And somewhere along pain’s parade
I learned to say those words aloud
Words are a vessel
Large enough to store acceptance
People who don’t know of this little loss
ask me in uppercase
Are you NEVER going to have a child, then?
And my mind implants on “have”
Have. To bear. To own.
To possess. Also verb: to give birth to.
Past tense: had.
And as the almost-had
mourning marches past
grief for what was lost
expands like a womb.
Emptiness is like a vessel
Large enough to store the universe
– Vivimarie VanderPoorten