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Fractured

This pamphlet shows emotion at its most raw and poignant as Natalie Whittaker takes us through the devastating experience of stillbirth. The poet uses white space to deepen and magnify the reverberations of loss and grief.

The tree is a symbol of life but also of connection; trees are deep-rooted. In her first poem ‘tree’, Whittaker takes us to a time when she is full of hope: ‘next year I’ll show you autumn’. The visual caesurae after each iteration of ‘look baby’ allow us space to follow the gaze and enjoy ‘blossom’, ‘leaves’ and ‘autumn’. A fractured line, however, breaks this magic:

one day I wake up      and it’s November
bare branches are faulty umbilical cords

The penultimate poem, also entitled ‘tree’, returns to this theme, using white space to emphasise disconnection:

the consultant sketches      winter branches
in biro blue      to explain what connects

me to you      what’s not getting through

The prose poem ‘Sands’ (the acronym for the charity Stillbirth and Neonatal Death Society) is set in a community hall; the group participants are all ‘broken moth women’. Visual caesurae suggest the jerkiness of sobbing, the repetitive nature of grief. They convey the sense of fractured lives:

                                        as we introduce ourselves      to ourselves      ugly
shadows      sleepless      post baby bodies      with no babies

Another prose poem is ‘departures 1’. It uses the same kind of fragmentation. The staccato rhythm underscores the bleakness and frustration of trying to exit the hospital car park ‘without our baby’. The poem ‘departures 2’ follows on: ‘we leave the funeral      without our baby’. Later in this poem, the white space after each iteration of ‘white coffin[s]’ adds a poignant visual echo to the scene.

In ‘departures 3’ the poet mirrors the pain in her partner’s face; there’s a wealth of empathy and love in the spaces between the words:

I watched her birth      her death      in your eyes
my love      how you flinched

She muses that their idea of ‘departure’ has changed enormously: ‘we thought departure      meant leaving on a train’. Again, she employs a visual caesura to emphasise the emotional significance the word has now taken on.

The poet dedicates these compelling poems to her daughter Sammy in this powerful and honest pamphlet.

Sue Wallace-Shaddad