Eating for Two
October 23, 2011 at 1:17PM
Eating for Two
1.
When push and shove come, at last,
to stirrups and forceps,
protocol is waived and sans-mask
I take my place blindside of the mess.
First sight of his crown has them aflutter,
like pigeons round a bit of crust:
finally, right way-up, our little miner
tunneling his way into the hubbub.
If I remember right it was Trafalgar
Square, over a tuna-mayo sandwich
and a bag of salt and vinegar,
where you talked me into talking you into marriage,
a lunch-date neither of us would believe
would lead to me reminding you to breathe.
2.
Twenty-two laborious hours,
twice as long as her brother,
on an empty stomach too, unless
you count that brief encounter
with a tuna-mayo sandwich,
before the hollers wrenched me headlong
back to theatre, where my stand-in
was doing it all wrong.
At last, our little girl,
made of love, moulded by will—
I clean forgot
why my hands were cramped or what
it was they had been trying to shape
from your back, your shoulders, your nape.
~
Published in Antiphon, Issue 1
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Reader Comments (3)
What lovely sibling sonnets Bri! I really do think so.The ordinary, everyday details (eg those tuna sarnies) in a poem about the miraculous. And so filled with love!
The subversive rhymes throughout are very good, hardly noticed, and then those fine, perfectly formed full-rhyme end couplets. Here you are! they say, with such a sense of arrival. Really satisfying.
Michaela
Aww thanks Michaela, so nice to get portfolio visits!