Day 9
To my hands : Kelly Davis
When I slid into the world,
you came out clenched, like two walnuts,
then gradually uncurled like ferns,
finding your way into mouths, eyes, porridge.
Later you wrapped yourselves round stubby pencils
to form my first As, Bs and Cs.
A few years on, I gnawed your nails
in my worried teenage mouth,
and your fingers made discoveries
in the slick coral heart of me.
Soon you moved fast enough
to make boys spill their seed.
You balanced cigarettes, held soggy joints,
trailed in rivers beside lazy boats,
fanned out like angelfish
as I swam in the South China Sea.
You wielded an editor’s blue pen:
insert, rewrite, delete, stet.
Later still, you learned to type
on an Amstrad’s qwerty keyboard,
sent faxes, never mastered texts,
graduated to desktops, laptops.
In between, you rubbed off cradle cap,
tested milk – too hot or just right,
wiped babies’ bums, smeared on cream,
combed thistledown hair, snapped poppers,
did minimal washing and ironing,
waved tall sons off to university.
You are still labouring,
pecking away on keyboards –
more stiffly now.
Your veins form a relief map.
Your papery skin has lines
that gather on your finger joints.
At night, I often wake
to find you tightly clenched.
Commended in the 2016 annual Fire River Poets competition. http://www.fireriverpoets.org.uk/competitions/2016-results/to-my-hands/
Henry Moore
Metamorphosis : Janette Fisher
You told me you loved me
you lied……
for just as a sculptor
works on his latest creation
you transformed me
from the person
you vowed to honour and cherish.
Using belittlement and humiliation
as mallet and chisel
you painstakingly chipped away
my confidence and self-esteem
until all that stood,
was the outline of an effigy
permeated with
self-doubt and self-loathing
then
utilising disparagement as your emery
you diligently sanded down
any remaining shards of my self-respect
to complete your masterpiece
the subjugated me
for years,
servitude and acquiescence
was all I knew
until the day love found me
encased in your contemptuous cocoon
real love,
love that gave the strength
and courage I needed
to affect a metamorphosis;
breaking free from my penal pupa
I spread my new wings
and flew away.
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