The Cell Poem by Stephen Harris
The Cell
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Id buried myself alive in a twelve by eight coffin.
After the dirt had left me almost forgotten, no headstone, nothing.
I lied on my side a foetus and faced the eggshell uterine wall
That expanded and shrank to the rhythm of my breathing.
Claustrophobic I would jump from island to island,
Swim the channels to freedom, drowning, suffocating,
Oxygen leaving.
Friday, May 7, 2021
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It was a tomb and a womb. The feeling of suffocation was all I knew, later I saw it as an opportunity for rebirth. The cell was painted in an eggshell paint.
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