Imaginary Poet Project

We Found a New Home

With its white walls and the space

For the children to run around

The trees that line the drive

If we want to grow grapes we could,

We could make wine in our new home

Where there is space to run for our children

And its glorious white walls

With the trees and the fields.

We could be happy here, away from

England, here in the countryside of France

An Ache Within my Chest

My husband states we need

An heir. We should try again.

Maybe this one will live.

No, I cannot go through that

Again. I carried her for nine months,

Nine months, only for her to die

Before, I’d yet held her.

I will not go through that

Pain again. No, never again.

How Alice was made

Gazing outside I watch the

Mechanical horses go by.

I watch as they drive people

Like me everywhere

I don’t hear children play

Like I should. Oh.

Right, I need to get back

To work. My child will be

Beautiful. She will be

Everything she was and more.

This time however

She will not leave me.

She will not cause me grief.

She will live forever as a child.

My creation will replace my

Long-lost daughter. I have

Worked too hard for her

To not come back.

I will not feel the pain of

Losing a child nor the pain of

The machine not working.

She will live again.