Yes, yes, I know. I’m a day late. Which means I still have to do one for today, day three. It wouldn’t be Napowrimo unless I was late for at least a couple of days.
But I am still committed to 30 poems in 30 days. I should recapture my university style and do 27 of them on April 30th…
I’ve just been reading Bill Bryson’s wonderful “One Summer: America 1927”, a section from which inspired this poem.
In 1927 the eugenics movement was going strong, based around the office in Cold Spring Harbor, Long Island. It is such an evocative name, and so close to Rachel Carson’s “silent spring”. This poem takes all that, and looks inward.
COLD SPRING HARBOR
In my search for perfection
Too many lives were lost
How quickly did I sterilize myself
Using the tools I had at hand.
Determinedly gouging out my ovaries
Lest I should reproduce
It was simple for me to justify
Pseudo-science came easily.
I wasted my skills on building
Now, with the maturity that comes of pain,
I shut the door on Cold Spring Harbor,
Walk out into the warm spring day
And embrace imperfection.