LINES FOR MY MOTHER
Your
breath was my first passion,
Your
tom-tom pulse
The first
rhythm I danced to.
I clung,
longer than I knew,
To your
umbilical love.
No fairy
tale proved too grim
For your
guardian-angel comfort.
And when
the bedclothes
Failed to
stave off nightmare,
You were
always close at cuddle.
School
would gong,
And
clamour rough-and-playground tumble;
Spitfires
would nose-dive out of sky,
Flatten
towards airstrip zero.
You were
always there for me.
Then
later, when a tambourine
Ushered-in
girls
And
strange talk,
The dance
began again,
Disquieting,
desirable.
I chewed
each nail in turn.
And now
the insistent tom-tom
Of my own
pulse
Draws me
back to you,
As I seek
approval
On this,
my wedding day.
Copyright Michael Newman
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