Poet and rabbi Rachel Barenblat blogs at Velveteen Rabbi, and I’ve been a fan of hers for years. She’s also a poet whose work has been published in various places, most recently in the Swedish journal Frostwriting. Rachel went through a miscarriage not long ago, and like so many, has found solace and a way out in writing verse. Here’s a link to more of her poems on this painful theme.
Here’s one from Frostwriting which made me cry with empathy and shudder with familiarity when I read it.
Threshold
After a week
something shifts.
No longer thinking
“on Friday I was still…”
We return to the life
we already know
and love, evenings
by the fire again.
Wine and coffee
and raw yellowtail
and if I stay up too late
reading about wolves
no one chides me.
We set aside plans
for converting a room
reshaping our days.
I remember how
to resent my curves.
It comes to seem
like a dream, impossible
that we ever hovered
on this threshold
or imagined ourselves
ready to go through.
I love it. Thanks for sharing.
A quick and belated note to thank you for the kind words and for sharing this poem with your readership!