Friday, 4 April 2014

Words in Motion 2014- Feature Poem of the Day for National Poetry Month

Regarding University

On a mattress, two spines face each other at night,
lumbar stiff as the springs that hold them.

Liquid pebbles seep through our engorged ceiling,
and there is a monotonous plop against our dishes,
droning on about our home’s holes and inadequacies.

Deciding to work, we huddle beneath a lamp 
that reminds us of natural sunlight, calloused fingers 
still clutching our pens.

Yet, I think of our luck. 

Like the pickled fetus in our laboratories, we remain dull 
and unborn.

                                               Sarah Watson

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