For the first time this year, The White Review Poet’s Prize was open to poets based anywhere in the world. Last month we announced a shortlist of eight poets. ...
Maria Giles-Holland lives and works in Sheffield. She writes about cities, industry, folklore and religion, exploring the intersections of space, place and memory.
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minutes were different in ward-time continuous difluoromethane and
stale skin and sterilising fluid from the ventilation units replaced
sundials the electric pulmonary system laughed at dressing-gown-
outpatients waiting for cups of blood and honey and metastasised
papyrus from a heart ventricle dazed and limp 400 feet above the aerials
on the hospital roof they washed and talked to the body before draining
and re-filling with formaldehyde and other solvents and then ushered
into a hermetically sealed coffin or ziploc sandwich bag I climbed past
the 17th hospital floor with my mother the day after a woman in a
brocaded suit got down on two knees and whispered about our seven
great matriarchs from a Romani family a knock on the door of each
sister when another one died we both listened to the flux of
compressed air up the lift shaft and the breath caught best by the
radiation suite on floor 20 and level LG before the morgue the stairs
changed from linoleum to concrete and I tripped over stacked
wheelchairs and filing trolleys head pressed against the mirror in the
lift for an overdue inheritance of glass divination or splayed-hand-
palmistry I was born in the Jessop Wing and watched it being
demolished while I passed on the school bus ten years later they
struggled to take blood and smiled at never making it to heroin with
that circulatory system while my grandmother’s cyanotype roots
hummed with warfarin sometimes I used the toilet by the hospital
chapel after leaving school and walked corridor to corridor not another
doctor for miles between here and 1979 time dilated between IV lines
and ventilator drops and bedside alarms and wind pulled through
structural cavities we did not know what the family name had been
before the air on the roof became anti-septic