A response to a challenge presented regarding Seamus Heaney’s LIMBO
He pushed through the curtain
before I left the confessional,
thrust himself inside me
and said it was just like loving Jesus.
And I felt the drip in my knickers
as I pulled my wool around my aching breasts
knowing they’d not believe
if I told them, never Father Mike.
Now I’m here on the edge
With his wee bairn, all pale and suckly
Like the milk he’d drain from me
Without e’er a bit o’ me in him.
All Father Mike and you, Jesus,
and if that’s being loved by You
I’ll suffer hell and give
the babe to the deep.
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