After the sky falls down
celestial clots turn the bedding
to midnight – it is no surprise
that her tears swim out black;
this fragile doll of the lullaby world
eyes grown too big, a tell tale
bruise across sleeping lips.
Something is trapped inside her:
she slumber-walks to the fridge
for blackberries, cold and still blue
the wide-awake moon watches
her belly round.
Rachael Smart is a social worker from Nottingham with a thing about words. Her short fiction and poetry has appeared in various publications including LITRO, Prole, Cease, Cows, Ariadne’s Thread and Firewords Quarterly. Rachael recently co-edited
My Baby Shot Me Down, a women’s anthology of ten new writers' work, including some of her own. You can find out more about her on her
blog.
