THE DARKNESS TWINS
- Dark Poets Club
- Aug 4
- 1 min read
By Ann MacAskill
My daughters were packed tight together in utero
Breech babies in their club for two
In the womb where there is hardly any light
But then no illumination was needed
To know their sister was their world view
Months spent contemplating each other
Clearly conspiring in plotting attitude
Perhaps there was a long exchange
About who should leave first
And go ahead into the light
In the world outside their sanctuary
They firstly ignored each other
Visibly shaken with surprise
When they suddenly noticed
Their old companion had got out too
Was it so strange that a favourite game
Was blackening the windows with crayons?
As if to retreat from, the light
Back to grow more thoughts together
In the quiet darkness of the womb