Poems 2010
By tessdavies
Poems
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Artichokes
In the morning she woke, body a sun-baked stone only her lips alive. Light streamed through the window touching her body, dissolving its’ white dust to gold
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Aunt Audrey
Aunt Audrey What would you choose to take with you? What objects would remind you of who you are in the new home you haven’t chosen?
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On the Bright Thread of Time
On the bright thread of time I am nobody’s child On the bright thread of time I am not your mother But some kind of kindred spirit With the power of a larger body
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January 12th
This shadow, multiplying mother after mother, is where my daughter labours in her own time her face a pale distance from mine. She rocks, gripping my hand tight so the rings hurt,
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First Drink
It started badly, his hand, bulging with anger Gripping mine too tight Pulling me to the car Slamming the door, (in a way I was always told not to) Screeching on hot tires, gravel spurting
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Island States
A small patch of rescued flowers, a garden within a wilderness, a little group of powdery bluebells, one red and yellow, straight-up tulip, a scattering of pale purple campions.
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Salvage
You get what you pay for, he declares over a glass of white wine But do you? she asks, hugging a mug of tea. It’s not like a business, we will have to sit there and speak our hearts and minds
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Diary
At the door of this quiet room Your bedroom, holding all that you are In trust, There is an, almost, holy hush But for the unexpected flesh pink – Such a mistake – a pigs ear.
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Do They Sing?
Do They Sing? Summer is slipping away early Skies are darkening; there is a slight chill What I thought was an errand of mercy is done - But found no mercy was needed.
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Pacing
One warm small body in arms the other - cold - away up the stairs. The scrubby garden and the shed, where the cat had gone to die days earlier, just about summed it up
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