Your heart is dancing

MRI Sagittal view of the heart. Image courtesy St Paul's Hospital, Vancouver, Canada
MRI Sagittal view of the heart. Image courtesy St Paul’s Hospital, Vancouver, Canada

Your marrow misbehaves
but a large part of you
is dancing. 

Your heart is dancing a minuet,
dancing through
the inner you, 

and you are still truly you,
deep as cells, deep
as metaphysics.


My brother-in-law, as part of the management and treatment of his leukaemia, watched his own heart beating during a scan. He was filled with wonder at this marvellous privilege and at the beautiful dance his heart was performing. 

poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-2.0

Squinting at death

square-chair-pattern

I am squinting at death
but death pixillates
into cubes
of bright.

I am looking for death
but death hides
his white eyes and bitten nails
behind my shopping list.

I am listening for death
but death’s voice is muffled
by a toddler trying
to say her cousin’s name.


pic & poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-2.0