Unwrapped and warm again,
laid still, but sleeping still;
pulled up through the bulbs
and windmills and worms
and wood. Us, warped open
on the seam. Love thickening
along the wound. Time pulled
backwards; an unruly child
of years and hours and minutes,
straining at the reins. The day
with it’s blue sky smiling down
on our smiles, instead. Good news
at the very last scan, the perfect day,
her death undone.
Wendy Pratt has a pamphlet, Nan Hardwicke Turns into a Hare, and a full collection, Museum Pieces, with Prolebooks and a new pamphlet, Lapstrake, with Flarestack Poets. She lives and works in North Yorkshire and is currently completing an MA at MMU.