Positive – Finola Scott

Posted on April 29, 2015 by aloudqmu

My heart spills down
diary days. Time trembles,
Doubt scatters like confetti.
Coded scrawls circle dates.
Tests are thrown in bins.
I spend abacus days
phoning, texting, mailing,
counting. Then
‘Mum, Dad…
I’m pregnant’.

But no record of silent
tears in pink bathrooms,
abacus weeks spent counting,
roses and blue tests thrown in bins,
tingling breast tricking hope.
No symbols for those.

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Aloud is a monthly poetry and spoken word open mic night, and literary magazine. We are based in Glasgow University's Queen Margaret Union, Glasgow, Scotland, UK. Here we wish to publish performance videos from our open mic nights, event updates, and the writing featured in our monthly Aloud Magazine, and some of the writing that didn't quite make the final cut.

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