Letting the Secret Out
There is a child that grows inside her mouth,
rooted like a word that cannot be spoken.
All night it flutters on the rough of her tongue,
restlessly gulping liquid down.
She sleeps towards the wall, afraid to snore.
In dreams, she tiptoes across hard floor
sees through the glass the echoes of moon
and tells her secret, but wakes unheard
and tells her secret, but wakes unheard…
* Julia Stothard lives in Middlesex and is a member of Sunbury Poetry Group. Poems published in Iota, Interpreter's House and Pulsar Webzine.
