took childbirth Medieval Church
more seriously than we do now.
Call it ‘gravitas’ – engraving a gargoyle
on a wedge; carving out an entrance
on a jutting, stone protuberance
the contorted, grotesque, strangled
limbs of a woman in the throes of her travail.
I marvelled at their chiselled pain;
the mortal immortality of giving up a life…
while I sculpted a sestude.