Fruit of the Vine by S.C. Stuckey

In a pregnant pause, her brain
swells with yearning thoughts
revolving around a child
she is anxious to meet

Her hand fluttering protectively
over her distending abdomen
over the blossoming flower in her womb
germinated from the seeds of affection

She cried as her uterus weeps
crimson tears of longing to be needed
confronting the fear that her ovaries have withered
unplucked grapes desiccated on a fallopian vine.


S.C. Stuckey is a Canadian enjoying the Los Angeles sun who passionately loves her home country, her husband, and her rock-star cats.