Dear Terri,
I'm afraid I share Christina's puzzlement about this sonnet's subject.
I wondered if it was about offering to donate bone marrow-but I don't think
that involves going 'under the knife'-just a very large needle.
I don't understand these two lines at all:
"The child as yet unborn who may be caught
by someone's reckless impulse to do good."
Stumped,
Kind regards,
grasshopper
--- alderoak <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > having lurked for
months, straphanging for dear life in the bustle
> of my
> commuter career, I now discover there are plans to close the line.
>
> I wish to protest. You can't do this to me. I may not have bought a
> Bloodmothers
>
>
> The phone may never ring. I may be spared
> two sleepless nights. An hour under the knife.
> Too late. The sample's in the lab. I'm scared.
> I don't need this. Not me, a mother, wife.
>
> I could cry off. Say I was unprepared.
> On holiday. In prison. Gone to Fife
> to bungee jump the Tay. I never dared
> sign up to risk my skin for someone's life.
>
> Even with my own, I never thought
> of all the years to come. The bond of blood.
The child as yet unborn who may be caught
> by someone's reckless impulse to do good.
>
> > Two teaspoonfuls of ancestry apart,
> heredity winds ropes about the heart.
>
>
> Terri )O(
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