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Read Poems by Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

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After the Abortion

Another would-be life slips down a hospital sluice -
a mangled tangle of tissue, a broken bouquet of limb buds.
Carmine carnage reduced to simplistic statistic.
But these hospitals are blanched mausoleum-white,
operating slabs are sarcophagi, stirruped legs are strung high

and a crimson slurry seeps from between splayed thighs.
Death-pimp doctors are gloved and gowned, loom imperious,
assume arrogance and surgical masks of indifference.
Feminine thought frisks to freedom now:
the biannual foreign holiday, career climbing and the company car.

Birth is an inconvenient blip on the social calendar.
Huddled horror-mute before my Philips flat screen last night,
peering through the fretwork of my fingers,
a sickening sea engulfed me; vertiginous waves
breaking on my body's shore, faintness flooding my head.

Today, I cannot elude my abhorrence;
it overshadows me, obliterates former complacency.
Tonight, people will be on the pull in club-clotted towns
and bedsprings will squeak a soulless sound
as more life is made to be taken.


Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2017


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  1. Date: 9/16/2017 5:00:00 PM

    What an incredibly thought provoking poem Charlotte and the final stanza hits hard home and the situation will never change with abortion being an available option but the emotional turmoil can stay with a woman forever. It is such an emotive subject especially as my mum worked in a 'special clinic' and said one of the foetus's cried when it was removed - that will stay with me forever:-( hugs jan xx
  1. Date: 9/16/2017 4:27:00 PM

    ohh, such a riveting show of an irreverent act accompanied with slow-fire introspection, after the fact... i hail you, charlotte.. this is so experiential!... huggs
  1. Date: 9/16/2017 9:14:00 AM

    Wow, Charlotte, I know you're never one to shy away from expressing the tougher topics, but... Jesus! Once again I'm stunned by the depth of feeling and sheer, unadulterated, power in your words. A very emotional and thought-provoking write. Regards, John.