For July's Poem of the Month I have chosen the poem 'No Ghosts' by Gillian Prew . It is taken from her collection Throats Full of Graves.

        Photo by by Alex Borland

Her eyelids the world                        heavy and lost, her womb
a hole, a drifting husk – the winter of her wounds. Her blood
a beginning                            passed as innocent fire                  dirty
as her mother’s dust                             her father’s flooded organs.
Her worry               a crime            the fraudulent songs of glass and spires
the abject need for miracles.