A Birth in the Commune

By Carson Wolfe

I’m carrying pails of water from the lake 
to a firebath nestled between pine trees. 
Inside, two lovers who travelled here 
for the rural midwifery, a primal labour. 
The father kisses the sweat on her neck,
coaches her breath, you are doing so well
he tucks a loose strand of the moment 
I'll never have behind her ear. My child’s 
father blamed me for my due date sharing 
the same day as the champions league final. 
Ignoring my calls until I felt the amniotic 
bulge at the gasp of my cervix. You sure? 
he said, I ain't leaving this party for nothin. 


Carson Wolfe (they/them) is a Mancunian poet and winner of New Writing North’s Debut Poetry Prize 2023. Their debut poetry pamphlet Boy(ish)Vest (2022) was praised by Dr. Kim Moore as an “unforgettable, wild, risk-taking roller-coaster of a book.” Their work has appeared in Rattle, Fourteen Poems, Button Poetry, and The Penn Review.

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