Miscarriage at Capital Library by Donna DeRosa


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Miscarriage at Capital Library

A small playhouse
was built, in the garden
for firefly nights and long ceremonies
of homesteading and mothering—
for color wheels and vespertine
story-telling;
making long shadows of umbilical
cords
that were unnoticeably thread-bare.

I did not know I am dangerous. I am a
brand new venus flytrap.

Casting spells among volumes, three
behind my spine
I feed my children with my own blood
collected in the hem of my skirt
divining the loss of Goose eggs
this month—
fallen into the cold nests of carnivorous
swans,
found like some token within the shelf
of chained books.

I am viperous. I am a dewed Devil
trumpet consuming my seeds.

Rosary peas, dropped from bell
towers—
fall into my mouth and hands,
twisted with infant swaddlings and wet
with poison, the fabric is caught on my
barbed wire leg brace,
cutting the pages of folk remedies
that line my hospital room.

I am a flowering hemlock, stamped
onto essays on fertility rituals.




Donna DeRosa

Donna is currently in the process of earning degrees in Literature and Creative Writing at Marshall University, with a concentration on poetry. She will be graduating this December. Though she has had work chosen for readings and has been placed in University Writing Competitions, this is her first time being published outside of University undergraduate publications, such as Et Cetera student magazine. Donna plans to pursue a masters degree in poetry with the hope of teaching and writing. She currently lives in Huntington, West Virginia and has since childhood. Donna is part of a minority culture of Italian-American’s living in Appalachia. She also lives with Multiple Sclerosis and hopes to orient her work towards discussion of disability as well as the silence of miscarriage.