Poem: ‘Damned Spotting’
Lizbeth Rae, 20 December 1990
Lady Macbeth had no children of course. She was haunted by blood. She could find no relief from it. Month After month.
Perhaps when it first started She sat down in a little yellow attic room underneath A life-size poster of D. Cassidy wearing furry boots And, eyes ever widening, added up The likely number of days In her likely life when blood would Pour or flow or drip. Forgetting about...
