Gossamer Web by Monica Flegg

I wrote a poem about miscarrying my first child in Las Vegas, and an editor emailed me that the lines were too concrete. Should her womb be emptied and refilled with sorrow would she write in pencil? Would she be satisfied to hold a dust mite? Would she grasp at gossamer webs, or would she, like me, clutch cement beams?

The wonder is that there
are words at all, never mind
that they are prose. solid.

Monica Flegg lives on Nantucket Island where she has taught poetry and creative writing. She walks dogs of various breeds and reads poetry of all creeds. Her work has been published in numerous journals including; the Aurorean, Ancient Paths, Mother’s Always Right and PostScripts.