#unknown girl in the maternity ward

[derangedrhythms]

[…] you trouble my silence.

Anne Sexton, To Bedlam and Part Way Back; from ‘Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward’

#anne sexton #to bedlam and part way back #unknown girl in the maternity ward #poetry #fragments #silence #o

[anxsity]

Anne Sexton, "Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward", from The Complete Poems

#anne sexton #unknown girl in the maternity ward #poetry #pretty words

[xbelledelune]

Unknown Girl In A Maternity Ward

Child, the current of your breath is six days long. You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed; lie, fisted like a snail, so small and strong at my breast. Your lips are animals; you are fed with love. At first hunger is not wrong. The nurses nod their caps; you are shepherded down starch halls with the other unnested throng in wheeling baskets. You tip like a cup; your head moving to my touch. You sense the way we belong. But this is an institution bed. You will not know me very long.

The doctors are enamel. They want to know the facts. They guess about the man who left me, some pendulum soul, going the way men go and leave you full of child. But our case history stays blank. All I did was let you grow. Now we are here for all the ward to see. They thought I was strange, although I never spoke a word. I burst empty of you, letting you see how the air is so. The doctors chart the riddle they ask of me and I turn my head away. I do not know.

Yours is the only face I recognize. Bone at my bone, you drink my answers in. Six times a day I prize your need, the animals of your lips, your skin growing warm and plump. I see your eyes lifting their tents. They are blue stones, they begin to outgrow their moss. You blink in surprise and I wonder what you can see, my funny kin, as you trouble my silence. I am a shelter of lies. Should I learn to speak again, or hopeless in such sanity will I touch some face I recognize?

Down the hall the baskets start back. My arms fit you like a sleeve, they hold catkins of your willows, the wild bee farms of your nerves, each muscle and fold of your first days. Your old man's face disarms the nurses. But the doctors return to scold me. I speak. It is you my silence harms. I should have known; I should have told them something to write down. My voice alarms my throat. 'Name of father-none.' I hold you and name you bastard in my arms.

And now that's that. There is nothing more that I can say or lose. Others have traded life before and could not speak. I tighten to refuse your owling eyes, my fragile visitor. I touch your cheeks, like flowers. You bruise against me. We unlearn. I am a shore rocking off you. You break from me. I choose your only way, my small inheritor and hand you off, trembling the selves we lose. Go child, who is my sin and nothing more.

#Germán Hernández Amores #anne sexton #to bedlam and part way back #painting #quote #poem #unknown girl in a maternity ward

[metamorphesque]

— Anne Sexton, "Unknown Girl In A Maternity Ward"

#quotes #literature #poetry #classic literature #poems #anne sexton

[89rooms]

Yours is the only face I recognize. Bone at my bone, you drink my answers in.

Anne Sexton - 'Unknown Girl In The Maternity Ward,' “The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton”

[denrath]

WIP Intro ★ Veldor’s Host: Red Hood

"Power unknown is power unused, and power unused is power wasted." 

genres ★ fantasy (dark, high, fairytale retelling, sword and sorcery), action/adventure, lgbtq+, new adult

tropes & themes ★ love triangle*, identity, found family, fate, prophecies, soulmates**, diverse cast

*not where two guys are after one girl, literal actual triangles the old-fashioned way where one of them is gay and one of them is stupid and one of them is oblivious

**not the "we locked eyes, and i knew" kind cause *ugh*, the "we developed a bond overtime and became inseparable" kind

Foresthelm is all Rowyn knew. She is the mortal ward and adopted Aster of Foresthelm’s Lund, the estranged maternal figure keeping a secret. When soldiers from an earthen court attack her home, she is forced to flee with nothing but her wits and rune–the latter of which grants the host magic to wield as her defense.  Those she meets along the way–two of the same soul and the last of flight–aid her in the search for her Lund mother and the secret so well hidden it takes them across the vast continent of Fojikal, created by the Stars’ Syster Ren and ruled by the Moon and Her husband, the Sun.  What she learns in this adventure surpasses Foresthelm as she gains knowledge of the vast land under her boots and her place in its courts as their Sun-Kissed ruler, the High Queen.

main characters:

     ★ Rowyn “Ro” | 24, she/her      ★ Adelbard “Adel” | 500, he/they      ★ Enselad “Ensel” | 28, he/him      ★ Grettelicia “Grettel” | 28, she/her      ★ Magna | 800, she/they      ★ Lukacs | 80, he/him      ★ Frykter | 800, he/him

other things you should know:

expansive lore, deep worldbuilding, grimm fairytale retellings, constructed languages, mythology, very dnd meets fairytales meets lotr, multiple perspectives (third person omniscient)

i will always talk about veldor's host to anyone who wants to listen. this wip lives rent-free in my mind, and i constantly think about it.

if you like what you see and wanna know more, don't hesitate to reach out! <3 thanks for reading

#wip: veldor's host #writerslife #creative writing #writing #writer things #wip intro #female writers #writerscorner #indieauthor #dark fantasy #fae folk #fae #fantasy #high fantasy #fantasy fiction #fairytale retelling #fairytale #lgbtq representation #lgbtq #new adult #action/adventure #action #adventure

[under-amethyst-moons]

"I am a shelter of lies.// Should I learn to speak again, or hopeless in// such sanity will I touch some face I recognize?"

— Anne Sexton, from "Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward"

#fragments #dark acamedia #words #literature #lit #poem #poetry #anne sexton #confessional poetry #poetry quotes #lies

[sweetcatastrophes]

{ Introducing : Carly Weiss }

☆♬○♩●♪✧♩　♩✧♪●♩○♬☆ ☆♬○♩●♪✧♩　 ♩✧♪●♩○♬☆

✧. basics;

Full Name: Carolina Marie Weiss

Nickname/Preferred Name: Carly

Age: forty

Birthday:  June 12, 1983

Zodiac: Gemini sun, Cancer moon, Leo Ascending

Sexual Orientation:  Bisexual

Relationship Status:  Single

Religion: None

Neighborhood: Oceanside

Occupation: Freelance visual artist, will start teaching at TBHS in the fall.

✧. background;

Place of Birth: San Francisco, CA

Hometown:  Turtle Bay, South Carolina

Education: 

✧. physical;

Faceclaim: Camilla Luddington Eye Color:  Hazel Hair Color: Brown Height:  1.65m (5'5") Weight:  58kg (127 lbs) Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc: tbd ✧. relatives;

Father:  Stephen Michael Weiss

Father faceclaim: Gavin Rossdale

Father’s Status:  Deceased

Father’s Occupation: Lead singer, guitar player, song writer - Damn January

Mother:  Elizabeth Stella Williams Weiss

Mother faceclaim: Sela Ward

Mother’s Status: Alive

Mother’s Occupation: Clinical psychologist (retired.)

Siblings: No full siblings, unknown if any half siblings.

✧. connections;

Andi Williams (@trustxfallsxx ); maternal cousin, close from childhood

Victoria Anderson (@ofwildheartsxx) ; maternal cousin

Callum Turner (@adventxreawaits) ; college ex

✧. personality;

Positive Traits: spontaneous, humorous, intuitive, accepting

Negative Traits: reckless, impulsive, provocative, flighty

✧. personality assessments;

Zodiac: Gemini☀ | Cancer ☾ | Leo ↑

MBTI:

Enneagram: 

Love Language: 

Love Style:

Harry Potter house: 

✧. Headcanons;

Carly's grandmother was named Virginia, after the place where she was born. While Carly wasn't born in Carolina, her mother was and chose to continue the 'state' naming tradition.

Her mother is known professionally as Beth Weiss, an effort to distance herself from being the person who publicly divorced Steve, but maintaining distance from the Williams family's political legacy. Also, if Weiss is her daughter's last name, Elizabeth wanted it to be hers, too. e

Carly remembers her mother graduating from college in Turtle Bay with a Ph.D in psychology, though the memory is a little blurry considering she was only 9 at the time. The memory might be the only reason she stuck somewhere long enough to go to college.

Her dad's band was called Damn January. Steve was the lead guitarist and lead singer, and taught Carly a little guitar and piano. She only loved it because she did it with her dad, and obviously never pursued it.

Though she directly inherited her dad's money and share of royalties, and has never hurt for money, she doesn't exactly flaunt it. She's supported herself with teaching and a patchwork of freelance artist and photographry work.

She shot album covers and liners for her dad's former bandmates and they overpaid her handsomely. She still loves them and their families and has kept in touch. She's even done photos for a couple of their kids' weddings for free.

✧. Biography |  tw: overdose, parent death, parent illness

Born in San Francisco to Stephen Weiss and Stella Willams-Weiss, a rock star and college student on a gap year that lasted longer than a year. In fact, Stella's gap year lasted until Carly was four, she and Steve divorced, and Stella moved her girl back to their family home in Turtle Bay.

Stella and Steve had a non-traditional custody arrangement and managed to get along okay though in the end the only things they had in common were Carly and a love of Damn January's music. As a result, Carly was constantly flying out from the home base she shared with her mother, and meeting her dad wherever he was on tour. His bandmates were her uncles, young and wild rockstars living the life but embracing her as a child all the same in a sweet way.

Carly discovered her dad dead of a drug overdose in London, while he was touring, when she was sixteen. She's never been the same (obviously.)

Beth sent Carly to boarding school in Wallingford, CT at Choate Rosemary in an effort to help Carly adjust to life without her dad.

Carly ultimately missed her mom and her cousins and returned to Turtle Bay for college. She didn't realize until later that she might never feel settled anywhere, and she took off as soon as she graduated, setting sights on Australia first and the rest of the world after that. She's never really had a plan, exactly, and it's always been fine.

She dated Callum Turner in college. He was sweet and earnest and solid, three things her father had never been, and felt nice for a while until it didn't and she bounced. It was easily her longest and most serious relationship. She mostly likely definitely broke his heart and probably her own in the process, but she's never felt like she was built to stay. At least now she leads with that.

Most of her traveling was philanthropic, but she did end up with a teaching certificate and taught English as a second language in Thailand. It might've been her favorite job, and she could've stayed longer, except she got a call from home, where she was her mother's emergency contact.

Her mother has been formally diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease after Carly was called because her mother was found wandering in a parking lot, unable to say how she'd gotten there, where her car was, or how long it had been. Carly got home as quickly as possible and they've been doing the work to figure things out for the last few weeks, keeping quiet in the process as she got settled.

#{ no porch light on to pull me home } ◇ carly's past & about #turtlebayintro

[kxowledge]

I’ve noticed you’ve shared lots of Anne Sexton quotes, any recommendations on where to start?

Also hope life is treating you well! Xxx

Sometime in 2018 I started reading her Complete Poems and went through several of her poetry collections throughout the years, in chronological order. What I would recommend is not to do the same, but rather hop through her poems and cherry pick which ones to read. Her poetry – especially earlier collections - is highly personal and not everything will speak to you (it certainly did not to me), which is fine, but it also means that many of her poems didn’t stay with me.

If you’re looking for a specific collection, my favourite was To Bedlam and Part Way Back.

Most, if not all, of her work is available online, so if you just want to peruse some of her works, these are among the ones I liked the most: The Addict, Doctor Martin, The Double Image, For John Who Begs Me Not To Enquire Further, Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward, All My Pretty Ones

I’d also recommend this Poetry Foundation recording in which you can hear Anne Sexton herself reading five of her poems.

#book notes #replies

[austentatious]

I am a shelter of lies.

Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward | Anne Sexton

#unknown girl in the maternity ward #anne sexton #complete poems of anne sexton #quotes #quote #quotebook #books #poetry #POEMpadour #poem #read #reading #literature #litblr #quoteblr #booklr

[the-other-voice]

Yours is the only face I recognize. Bone at my bone, you drink my answers in.

Anne Sexton, Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward

#anne sexton #unknown girl in the maternity ward #poetry #poem #women's writing

[adrasteiax]

Yours is the only face I recognize. Bone at my bone, you drink my answers in.

Anne Sexton, from Unknown Girl In The Maternity Ward in “The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton”

#poetry #anne sexton #unknown girl in the maternity ward #the complete poems of anne sexton #literature #poem #lit #from my collection

[flowerytale]

Anne Sexton, from "Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward", Selected Poems

#anne sexton #selected poems #poetry #poem #quote #quotes #typo #typoedit #typograpy #*

[somebluenovember]

How it’s going?

Tonight, friends on social media are asking me to feel compassion for museum workers in Russia who have been told by the ruling powers to produce social media posts featuring the letter Z, using tags like #ZaMir and #ZaPresident (that would be “for peace/world” and “for the President” for the not-familiar-with-Russian among you; the North Korea vibe is strong), whilst those same  museum workers have relatives who just died in the Mariupol bombing in Ukraine that the Russian Federation army did. And that sounds horrible, the choice, for them.

Tomorrow noon, I’m welcoming another Ukrainian refugee family of two women and two kids to my friend’s flat (she’s away, but volunteered her flat) - two 6 year old girls who’ve escaped Russian bombing in Kharkiv, and need to find a local school, clothes, safety, counselling and security in our country – thousands of kilometres from their home and everything they ever knew, in a language entirely foreign to them. 

The reality is so horrible that it is amusing, and the amusing part of it is - I’m sure Putin never once considered that Ukraine might be the thing that brings Eastern Europe together. I’m SO PROUD of being an Eastern European today, after the 2 weeks that Russian Federation has been attacking Ukraine. There’s an awakening, a feeling of camaraderie unknown since the 1990s (or so I’m told). A political and an emotional reckoning - for Germans, Ukrainian, Eastern European lives are nothing compared to the uptick in gas prices. And this I will not forget. You have claimed our politics is corrupt. Pick up a mirror.

But also: I’ll never forgive the State of Russia. Ever. I’ve been several times to Moscow, to St Petersburg, to a number of smaller cities in the southern parts of Russia - and I’m never ever going there again. Keep the art, the music, the history. I’ll never professionally work for any project that has anything to do with Russia. That country is a bully, is radioactive, is evil. They need 100 years of isolation and meditation before anyone should touch them with a stick. There are some genuinely good and amazing people there, I know many, personally. I hope their lives find less painful paths than the paths of Ukrainian women in that Mariupol maternity ward that the Russian army thermo-bombed last night. Or the other 26 hospitals you purposefully bombed. There’s no coming back from that.  

And oddly, when I come to Tumblr tonight, I remember this was were I used to come for the fanfic. For the fun. For the fancast debates, for the quarrels. For the stories. It still matters, the stories you wrote, to me, they are still a source of refuge, of such delight. Thank you - I’d just want you to know that right now, I’m still thinking of the couple of stories that I don’t know the ending to. Thank you for the fanfic and fanart, for the ridiculous memes, for the entertainment. I love you for what you’ve allowed me to enjoy and I hope you never have to live next to an Empire of Evil. 

This is dramatic, I know. It’s just that I’ve never been this pissed off. Must be all the death, suffering and geopolitical circumstance.

If you are further away, enjoy your distance from evil. Do silly things. Somersault, throw your hands in the air and sing, lie on grass. Have a cookie. 

Close your eyes and feel free to not give a fuck for a bit. 

#russia #ukraine #geopolitical circumstance #i'm making this the title of my blog #geopolitical hotspot right now #what's your what if plan #because mine has 20 steps #f putin #can i still say this on tumblr #or has the Z crowd turned up here too #for the babies of ukraine #there's mass graves now

[thunderofcrows]

Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward, Anne Sexton

#02 #crowspeak #quotes #dark academia #anne sexton #literature #poetry

[daydreamingatnight209]

Okay, here is part 2! I’ve decided that that I am going to do a part 3 but I haven’t started writing it yet - I’ve not had the best day today but I promise I’ll start it soon!

Hope you all like it, feedback is always welcome ✨💞

“Let’s have a baby” Part 2

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Warnings - angst, mentions of kidnapping, fluff 💕

——————————

You weren’t sure how long you were out but when you finally regained consciousness you saw that you were in a dimly lit motel room, your hands bound to a hard, plastic chair. An unknown women sat across the room on the rusty bed.

You hands went to check your baby but then realised that you couldn’t.

The women saw your actions and rolled her eyes.

“Your baby is fine. I’m under strict instructions not up harm you.... unless necessary. So I’d suggest you sit their and behave” she finishes smugly.

You swallow, but did your best not show fear. Your baby had already been put under stress and you didn’t want to add to that.

Meanwhile, Spencer was still stuck at the correctional facility with the infamous Catherine Adams.

It had been 6 hours since your abduction and he was doing his best not to let it get to him. He was failing.

“I’m going to ask you again, where is Y/N?”

Cat continued to play the situation, she flat out refused to give Spencer anything. Making lies up along the way. It was her own form of twisted entertainment.

“Tell me the truth” he seethed.

Cat just meets his eye with that very same smirk she used every time he had to deal with her.

He couldn’t take it anymore, after everything she had done to him this takes the cake. He’d rather go through prison again then have you in this situation right now.

He slammed his hands down on the table, causing the women to jump. It was barely noticeable but he saw it.

“Tell me the truth!” Spencer raged, removing the obstacle that stood between them, with such force that it cracked the side wall.

Spencer lunges forward towards Cat who’s instinctively stands.

“Spence no!” JJ yells, pulling him back.

“She’s not worth it” she whispers but he couldn’t hear her.

He had to remove himself from this situation.

He rushes out into a spare room, roughly removing his tie that suddenly seemed to cut off his circulation.

It takes him a moment to control himself and tame his emotions enough to be able to go in there.

Time ticks on and the chances of finding you were falling rapidly, but Spencer refused to give up.

Eventually Cat slipped up and accidentally revealed the information he needed. Spencer had managed to get under her skin and out play her yet again.

————————

You don’t think you’d ever been so relieved when the BAU and SWAT barged through your capture room, taking the door off it’s hinges.

Your relief was short lived however, as you felt the cold barrel of a 44. at the side of your head.

You felt dizzy and your vision become blurred.

You couldn’t hear the words that was coming from both parties. You were more concerned at the tightening of your stomach. You had a feeling it wasn’t Braxton–Hicks this time.

“Spence? Spencer!” You call out in terror.

No, no, no the baby wasn’t due for another two weeks!

Your terror was enough to distract your captor and the arrest was clean. Spencer was immediately by your side, support your body weight as you slump against him. Another wave of pressure passes... and then your water broke.

“Spencer, this can’t be happening! I’m not due yet!”

He did his best to calm you, glad to have medics already available on site.

“Our baby wants to say hello, my love. Come on let’s go”

You time your contractions in the ride to the hospital as they begin to become more intense.

You felt sorry for Spencer who’s hand you gripped all the way there. He didn’t seem to mind, as he mumbled supportive terms in your ear while running his hand though your hair.

Eventually you had gotten all set up on the maternity ward but you still wasn’t dilated enough for an epidural so you had to sit and endure the pain the early stage of labour had to offer.

You were covered in sweat and on the verge of crying. You moan as more pain rises to the surface. You grab Spencer’s hand once more and begin to do your best to get though it.

“It hurts, spence it hurts!” You groan, your head flopping back onto the bed rest in protest.

“I know honey I know”

You didn’t mean to snap but you emotions where all over the place. You’d, just survived a kidnapping and now your in labour 2 weeks before your due date.

“No Spencer I don’t think you do, last time I checked this baby is coming out of me not you” you growled.

Night enters and you do your best to sleep but you just couldn’t. You knew the pain was only going to get worse.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore, I can’t do this spence!” You cry.

“Hey, hey, hey baby girl it’s okay, it’s okay. Come on you got this, deep breaths” he soothes. He hated seeing you in pain but you were doing amazing.

He slides onto the edge of the hospital bed and puts his hand on the bump.

“Come on, now little one, lets help mummy”

You wanted to smile at the sweet interaction but you couldn’t.

All you could focus on was the excruciating pain coursing though your body.

Around 2am you were finally prepared to have the epidural and boy did it help, especially as soon it was time to push.

After a few more hours of what felt like pure torture your little bundle of joy was welcomed into the world. You looked over at your boyfriend and apologised profusely, scared that you may of broken his hand, during the ordeal. He just kisses your forehead and the midwife allows him to cut the cord.

“It’s a boy” she informs you, which makes you to cry with happiness.

Your had a baby boy and he was healthy, despite the last 24 hours.

The small human lay on your chest, settling easily, as you lay watching, completely exhausted.

—————————

The next morning, the team came to visit you and to see your son.

Penelope gushed over how adorable he was and how she had dibs on being godmother. She was delighted to find out that she had already been chosen. A surprise visit from Derek Morgan also happened and it was revealed that Spencer had chosen him to be the godfather.

You did your best to stay awake but the lack of sleep over the last few days was making it extremely difficult. You knew you should try to rest but you didn’t want to take your sights off your baby boy. You hadn’t even decided on a name yet, although you had a few strong contenders.

Spencer could tell you needed sleep. After shooing everyone away he ordered you to sleep. He took the boy and cradles him, to ensure he would still stay asleep.

“Oliver, I want to call him Ollie” you mumble before finally losing the battle to stay awake and your eye finally slid shut.

Oliver Lucas Reid.

Oliver for beauty and dignity and Lucas for being the new light in your lives.

While you were asleep the midwife did her rounds and checked up on everything. Spencer put his finger to his lips, indicating that you were resting as he held the baby. The midwife, nodded and smiled at the new family, being walking out of the room again.

Spencer couldn’t help but look at you and his son in awe. He couldn’t believe it. He was a father and he vowed to do right by you and his boy.

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