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Sacred space in the suburbs


The room crinkles plastic sheeting,

stepping softly, we pause

to help her focus.


All senses gather again

inside walls, to hold a meeting

for a minute.


This is a room for women.  I clamp

a hose to the tap, filling the pool

with warm waters.


Her sisters recreate a womb

out of soft light around her.

Busy, hushed, pause again, carry on.


Trade like hands push and probe,

‘Position is good.  Don’t

push yet.  Let it happen.’


She stands alone in labour,

supported from a distance

of a glass of water.


Ruptured water balloon drains

insulation, coconut saddled into pelvis,

pressing for a three-inch journey.


Another set of leg cramps

down my belly. This body knowing

what to do, taking over.


The walls, quiet street

and sacred night accept the noises

of a first breath and cry.



Senryu is another of the Japanese short forms of poetry.  It is structurally similar to Haiku but highlights ‘human nature’ and relationships whereas haiku is exclusively about nature.  Find out more here at Alan Pizzarelli.com.  By the way, yes I do have permission for the second senryu.  Before proceeding:  STOP – BREATH – OK? – ENJOY


racing cars

in a crumpled pile –

his pajamas


my pregnant wife

on her side

snores for two


small boy through trees

spotting a wallaby

spotting him first



Sweet Potato

A little sweet potato

of endless giggles cries and poops

is kicking the inner linings of my girl

just where three little boy sweet potatoes

kicked before


a pink sweet potato?


there won’t be a scan

we’ll meet in six months


in six months

in a warm pool

I’ll catch you and touch you

for the first time

and place your warm sticky skin

on my girl

you’ll cry and learn to find

her breasts

your nose and hungry little tummy

will find them

and nuzzle close


we’ll make your world warm

warm like the womb you nuzzle now


it’ll be sweet

my little potato