{"id":2963,"date":"2018-03-29T22:39:48","date_gmt":"2018-03-29T22:39:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/?p=2963"},"modified":"2018-03-29T22:39:48","modified_gmt":"2018-03-29T22:39:48","slug":"the-diagnosis-by-roseanne-watt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/a-bel-abroad\/the-diagnosis-by-roseanne-watt\/","title":{"rendered":"‘The Diagnosis’, by Roseanne Watt"},"content":{"rendered":"

A rookery, long abandoned now,\u00a0<\/span>
\n had been built inside my body.<\/span><\/p>\n

I don’t know where the birds went<\/span>
\n or why, one day, they uninhabited,<\/span><\/p>\n

leaving only their barbed-wire\u00a0<\/span>
\n residues, strung across the boughs<\/span><\/p>\n

of my hips; all sticks and spit,\u00a0<\/span>
\n all hollows meant for holding\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

something small, still desperately<\/span>
\n alive. I’m sorry – I’m afraid\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I know only my own dark canopy,\u00a0<\/span>
\n its filtering bones of light.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n