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Owen Gallagher: a poem



Home Birth

You had been pushing a wheelbarrow of sand

and cement for me to start pointing the bricks


of the bedroom extension where you were

to deliver our child, when you said you felt


as if you'd been carrying a bag of gravel

in your belly and now it was about to split.


I helped you into the house and rang the doctor

who came, and then growing impatient for


our delivery, went for a walk. While he was gone,

I held your hand as you squeezed out our son


like mortar from the icing-bag. He clung to you,

a footing for life. His mouth lapped onto


your guttering spout of milk, then he fell asleep

on the job and I cooked you a builder's breakfast.



Owen Gallagher is the author of four poetry collections (you can find them here); the most recent being Clydebuilt, published by Smokestack books in 2019. The Sikh Snowman, a children’s picture book, was published by Culture Matters in 2020 and his poem "Straight Up" was a Guardian poem of the week.

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carlchamberlain
03 de fev. de 2021

Not what some poets want to hear but,..lovely, just lovely.

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