poem | Elegy For My Unkown Child

Elegy for My Unknown Child it was an october half-moon when you told me about the watcher in your belly my excitement’s first thought was something not even our love had occasioned: i will give up cigarettes my candle burning low, less feared than a young and feeble flame with no one to tend the tinder so, three full moons later, i met your tears, a twigbare landscape outside, shivering, i remember our time together in dublin, that beguiling warm day when i read aloud heaney’s ‘elegy for