Night Terrors
My poem Night Terrors was published in the Second Light Publications up-and-coming women poets' anthology My Mother Threw Knives in 2006.
Night terrors
Night nuzzles my breast,
hot water bottle hugged baby close
as sweat-sodden satin
grows warm wet with seeping milk.
I think I feel him feed.
Then my sweat turns cold as drenching dew.
“Waah,” I hear him scream
and scream and scream.
I reach out to hold,
cuddle, comfort and caress.
I cannot find him in the dark.
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Comment from: chausiku [Member]
Oh Sarah, this is so sad...and so real, and filled with feeling...
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28/03/08 @ 19:29
Comment from: mater [Member] 
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Congratulations, Sarah!
I remember that feeling - when I'd forgotten that baby was safely back in the cot!
I remember that feeling - when I'd forgotten that baby was safely back in the cot!
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28/03/08 @ 22:42
Comment from: marilyn [Member] · http://www.writelink.co.uk/blogs/marilyn
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Great poem, Sarah. Belated happy birthday and hope your back is mending fast.
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29/03/08 @ 15:19
Comment from: sarah_james [Member] · http://www.milltech-systems.co.uk
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Thank you all. Back is doing better thanks, M, though hips/buttocks not so good yet. Have agreed to rest completely except pilates this week, as I finally reaslised that I have a different idea of taking it easy to the osteopath! (When she said swimming was okay she meant 10 or 20 gentle lengths apparently!)
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