A poem this week that illustrates the quicksilver nature of the metaphor, the way it can travel distances – galaxies in this case – in just a few lines. The poem is by Ali Thurm and it was was published in Poems for the NHS (The Onslaught Press).
Pushing down on belly and uterus,
———–the nurse prepares your horoscope,
measures each limb and heart valve
————draws lines from star to star.
Stinging scorpion, archer,
————capricious goat or water bearer –
pixellated star of the silver screen
————-your constellation rises to meet me.
Used with kind permission of Ali Thurm.