An afternoon with the Fates

After they cut the thread,

I just lay there;

each small spine-bone supine,

searching the hard floor beneath me.

There are no maps for moments like this.

If only my bag could open its puckered mouth

and give up an oyster secret.

My heart holds on to a feather that can defy gravity.

My bones partner unwilling hardness.

Split feet introduce the curve of my belly.

I cannot even begin to imagine where my head is.

Words by Helen Pletts whose two collections, Bottle bank and For the chiding dove, are both published by YWO/Legend Press (supported by The Arts Council) and available on Amazon. ‘Bottle bank’ was longlisted for The Bridport Poetry Prize 2006, under Helen’s maiden name of Bannister. Helen is a finalist in the Brit Awards 2012 Scriptwriting and Screenplay category with her full-length feature film script, a period drama entitled ‘The False Bride’.

Image by Romit Berger who says  “I am a graphic designer. I met my very dear friend, Helen Pletts, in Prague, several years ago. Helen’s inspiration has led my graphic design career into that magical realm which combines illustration and poetry, and our creative wings continue to connect our souls through time and distance.”

You are welcome to browse Helen and Romit’s greetings cards at http://www.helenpletts.com and visit http://www.stem-of-quietly-disarrayed-fertility.com/