Unfastening by Jenny Middleton

 

Gloves lined with silken darkness
Welcome my hands to memory;
their interior rich with the smooth touch
Of things held and held before;

As if we were relearning our vows
As a language grown old sings
With words once rusted,
seized and deadened,
Amongst a tangle of docks and nettles,
Or choked with bind weed’s grasp.

And now as clay is worked clear
turned on its wheel to rings
and is worn up to the tenderness of sculpture
these words rise from their base vowels
to sentence the sublime
unfastening us from the everyday.

@2020 Jenny Middleton

 

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Jenny Middleton has written poetry throughout her life. Some of this is published in printed anthologies or on online poetry sites. Jenny is a working mum and writes whenever she can find stray minutes between the chaos of family life. She lives in London with her husband, two children and two very lovely, crazy cats.  You can read more of her poems at her website  https://www.jmiddletonpoems.com

 

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