Well, here I am grasping the bullet, biting the bull by the horns and posting a poem. I had originally posted six, but then someone reminded me that if I want to publish them in magazines blogging could be considered publication and make them ineligible. So that leaves me with this one, which has already been published.
Never mind that I’m not a real poet; I’m unashamedly sending one of my efforts out into the blogosphere. Before I do, can I just put in a plug for some of my friends who are real poets: Rebecca Gethin, Aki Schilz, Lucy Sixsmith, Hazel Hammond and last but not least Daisy Behagg, who has just won the Bridport poetry prize. We’ll be hearing more of Daisy, who is working on her first collection.
Anyway, here is the poem. (Incidentally, does anyone know how to do away with the extra line spaces? Answer: go into Text view and do it from there.)
Memento [Published in The Broadsheet, October 2013]
Opening a drawer I find in an old purse
a plait of hair once part of me,
child’s hair, healthy and clean as silk
spun in a fairy-tale, the copper threads
still tied with a red bow. Now it will not release
its time-firmed shape, its edge still ragged
where it was first cut off.
Handling its soft thickness now
I feel the loss. I soon learned to leave
parts of myself behind: this has survived
to meet me again and show
how time cheats. Who I was then,
each filament plaited fast
and set now for always, meets who I am
across the gap this shining cable denies.
Islanded from the past I cling to it
as if it held an anchor.