This poem was written in mind of a sonogram and the unconditional hope and faith that we place in the unborn. However once life has untangled and unfurled, that hope is often lost. Here, the metaphorical glow that comes attached with being a foetus can only be recaptured via feeding on the ultraviolet umbilical cord- code for sunbed. The weight of the world has drawn colour from our subject’s face. And, once golden, they now only aspire to copper or bronze.