A Poem by Spangle McQueen

IceFloe Press

Before she had me, my mum was a PA and wore green nail polish


1963

Before her voice, her heartbeat was my home

sometimes soothing, sometimes racing,
her nineteen-year old brain trying to

decipher her dilemma.

He’d assured her that doing it standing up would be safe.

2018

The consultant and his student are discussing her echo.

See here – arrhythmia, atrial fibrillation, the whirl

of red and blue of tricuspid

regurgitation.

He’s sorry. Too risky for open-heart surgery.

2020

Too raw to write.

But somehow I’m comforted to learn

that astronomers have imaged

an unexpected violet aurora

on a faraway comet.


Spangle McQueen@spanglemcqueen is a happy grandma and hopeful poet living in Sheffield, UK. She is proud to have work published onl ine and/or in print by Three Drops Press; Picaroon; Lonesome October Lit; Bonnie’s Crew; Burning House Press; Foxglove Journal; Strix; Awkward Mermaid; Sad Girl Review; I…

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