The Mind-Plough

By Christina Hennemann

We rest on this earth where they
once ploughed, the sweat and laughs

formed freckles under the sun
and soil sloppy on shoelaces;

my mother stumbled over a rock,
stitches on cheek, her needle

and thread that sewed my socks,
my curtains, shade from the blazing

truth out there, we’re invading
our ancestors’ graves, more than

we can grasp, and is there life
on Mars or a pink unicorn moon?

Board the spaceship you lot, here’s
nothing left for you, leave us alone;

we cling to our possessions,
the meat and the litter, are you

even qualified, or have you fled
the war, well then I feel for you,

but I’m trying to get a mortgage
and my secret subtenants shower

way too long, the bills, my guilt
and my mother, she needs to heal

from what he did to her and the fall,
did you know that women suffer

three times more than men from
multiple sclerosis? It’s the stress,

the male gaze and female smile,
oh dear, I didn’t mean to, come

back here, my arms are open,
together we’ll handle this—

let’s plant those seeds in the earth.

Christina Hennemann is a poet and prose writer based in Ireland. Her debut poetry pamphlet was published by Sunday Mornings at the River in 2022. She won the Luain Press Poetry Competition and was shortlisted in the Anthology Poetry Award and longlisted in the National Poetry Competition. Her work appears in Skylight 47, fifth wheel, Livina, Ink Sweat & Tears, Moria, National Poetry Month Canada, and elsewhere. She is currently working on a full-length poetry collection. Visit her website at www.christinahennemann.com.

Photo credit: Miika Laaksonen on Unsplash.

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