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Poetry November

The World Between the Words
It used to be February


My least favourite month

The month my husband nearly died

The month my daughter nearly died

The month she was molested by a stranger.

I would dread Februaries as a cursed month

A month that had to be endured.


But it has been superseded.


November is now my least favourite

The month of 'would-have-been-days'

The month of tragic anniversaries

The month of birthdays crossed out in diaries

And I dread it more, as it is more cursed.

A month that has to be survived.



Rachel Caldecott 09 November 2021
 

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