Prayer by Claire Askew

September 8, 2013
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By Claire Askew

for Steve

I almost can’t
help it.
Sometimes
it just comes
fizzing
up through me –
the white noise
of lightning
rattling the radio tower –
the need to stand
in a silent room
a mile away
from logic
or earshot
and just
say
thank you.

Or sorry.
Or help me out
here.  Or
I am a seed-blown
cinder path
behind a locked gate I am
so lonely.
Or no,
no more now
please,
enough.

Sometimes,
the big, slick bug
of a plane
in the sky
is just
an omen.
Sometimes
I’m just scared
to the teeth
that every single heart
I love
will someday die.

Including yours –
especially yours –
you,
who’d smile,
look me square
in the eye,
tell me this
is all one
big
fat
comforting
elaborate
lie.

_________________________________________________________

Claire AskewClaire Askew’s poetry has appeared in numerous publications, including The Guardian, The Edinburgh Review, Poetry Scotland, and PANK. In 2012, she was awarded a Scottish Book Trust New Writers Award, won the Mookychick Feminist Flash Contest, and was awarded the inaugural International Salt Prize for Poetry. Claire works as a community educator with women and young people, and she is close to completing a PhD in Creative Writing and Contemporary Women’s Poetry at the University of Edinburgh.

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