This is a poem I wrote shortly after I became a single mum. It’s going to be published in a wee book this year, which is nice.
The nights are longer.
Blackest blacks soaked in sleeplessness
Familiar groans of tired brick and
Well-walked planks echo under the burden of
Those humble sounds mumble, ‘alone’, ‘alone’,
Peeling lids from defenceless eyes despite
The pleas of my expended shell.
Burrows into my marrow,
Turning safety of cotton and duck-down
Into a tomb
Where greedy spiders stalk thoughts.
Rescue comes dressed in a stifled sob;
Ruing your own spiders
Commands me back to purpose.
Three-foot of saltwater shivers makes me
My dreamless knight of milk and spun gold;
Puzzle-piece reunited with aching arms
Allegro hearts steady as we balm fears
My exposed bone—
I will hold you here until the final sun’s embers fade
Gentle padding of pilose comfort unfurls
The orts of our worry
10lbs of reassurance beds against my chest
To the furry thrum of content
As sleep recedes to