Poems of the Week


by Julia Griffin

“‘One in a 50m chance’: woman with two wombs carrying a twin in each”
The Guardian

One in a fifty million chance:
A mother with two wombs,
One double crib;
Twin, twin,
Both sole and sib,
Fed in adjoining rooms
Until their final severance,

Which also means deliverance.
Two lately-hidden blooms,
Each its own soul,
Bones, skin,
But kin,
One half, one whole,
Or as the world assumes
One in a fifty million chance.