Naomi (in Tanka style of poem)
'Engaged Trinity' view 2 (porcelain, )  By Frances Ann Norton, seen at, www.littlemoorpottery.com; or, frances-ann.blogspot.com:

What a long day turned
night by the end of it all.
Spit of blood and mucus.
The waters came out, mown hay
was the sweet smell, meadow green.

That wasn’t the end.
Look down a tunnel, its long
deceptively far,
exhaustingly arduous.
Terribly tiring and hard.

Am I going on?
Forgive me Naomi
In the crook of my
Arm you lay so beautiful
Serene, calm, ready, alert.

As if you knew what
lay in store, perceived quietly
with strength stoical
the length of the ward, the time
in the theatre, the tubes.

All of this is gone
Forgotten like your first step.
Now its skinny jeans
Just skimming the neat scar line you don’t see 
it's behind. 

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