Sunday, 10 April 2016

If you are under the moon’s bleeding sway












If you are under the moon’s bleeding sway

If you are under the moon’s bleeding sway
                                             in the North
If you don’t have a couple of thou
                                             in the North
If you live like an anchorite
                                             in the North
If you don’t have beautiful sex with him
                                             in the North ...

                                           
I've written this in anger at the handing down of a suspended prison sentence to an unnamed 21-year old woman for having an abortion in Northern Ireland. She was unable to afford travel to access a legal termination in England so bought abortion pills online.  The Abortion Rights campaign in the UK has been highlighting her case, and the Guardian ran a full page article yesterday.

Another NaPoWriMo poem written in response to Jo Bell's prompts, this time to write a litany or prayer, repeating a word at the start of each line.  I haven't followed it faithfully as you see.

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