Writing from the stemistry lab
Potential
by Beverley Addy
Bright red cloth saturated with the blood of birth.
A blanket of new life teaming with potential,
bearing the dew of the baby’s dawn.
Dragged out to wrap a fledgling.
Discarded for swaddling and succour.
Still clinging to it yet, this anticipation of life soaking into its fibres,
the opportunity for more, for new,
for revival, revitalisation, resurrection
- but yet discarded.
Cells jettisoned and abandoned,
wasted potential
bearing a scarlet warning to meddlers along the path of unguided life.