birth story

five years ago the university held an open day here,
the site of a Neolithic causewayed enclosure
a series of gigantic, concentric circles picked out in chalk
‘so you could see the structure from a long way away’ he said.
now, close-up, it’s hard to see anything much
beyond the black bags, fly-tipped fridges, and brambles
although from a distance, once you know it’s here,
you can start to pick out the ghosts of a more ancient design
rippling through the landscape.

mast_sm

the site has been used many times
in the ten thousand years since it was built, he said
during the war, locals dug for victory
they built a radar emplacement, a racecourse
and latterly, a mobile phone mast
(barbed wire round the gantry feet,
sign saying Danger of Death)

they found a few graves, he said
a young woman,
the bones of a baby lodged in her pelvis
(he didn’t say whether they were
finally separated, c-section by trowel,
ten thousand years too late)
he did say that her grave had been skilfully cut, though,
the body placed just-so,
a halo of loom weights,
a clay pot at her feet
high status he said
and then, nearby, another grave,
an older woman, this,
pitched head first, any old how
backfilled with disdain
‘the midwife, I expect’

2 thoughts on “birth story

  1. Thanks very much, Sue!

    I must admit, I’ve got a funny, off/on relationship with poetry. I read quite a bit of it, but haven’t written all that much. I suppose I just have to produce more & ‘find my voice’ as they say – which is why I’ve decided to help things along by putting a link on the blog (because at least that way I’ll have some kind of deadline, a commitment to write…)

    Anyway – thanks again for the comment. I hope the slightly new-look site hasn’t put you off!

    Jim 🙂

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