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

 
 
NO GHOSTS
 
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.