by Corinne Chronopoulos
I felt the phantom pains of a baby in my womb.
My imagined pregnancy was like an early reaping caused by storm.
The desperate harvest strewn on the kitchen floor.
My raised voice,
and now bleeding I feel barren.
The meager harvest in,
the yield measured,
not a thing to do but recount.
Corinne Chronopoulos is a native of NH and a graduate of the University of New Hampshire. She has served as a public librarian for over eight years and is a champion of books, readers, and writers. She has been writing poetry since she was seven years old.