Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #24, 2016


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[Inspired by Sonny Rollins’ “God Bless the Child”:]

Today was hers.

Coffee for one, napkin unfolded

and laid upon lap, waiting for breakfast

from which no mouthful would be snatched,

stolen by lips of a lover from night.

These mornings – always

weekends – were for her alone.  So right

that her mouth be filled with sugar real,

a guilty pleasure without

the danger of that other one.

A date with herself, very

21st Century, woman in control,

and all that.  Visits to galleries, museums,

and stores filled with books

no-one wanted anymore.  Just browsing,

hidden in the dark and the dust of –

not tombs, but –

a pause between homes.

Adopt them she always did, was a problem

her decor shouted from every corner.

He’d commented, once, before

she’d silenced him, sealed his lips with a kiss.

But now?  Theirs was a bliss which seemed

destined for a ring, for billowy white,

and a garden wrapped in tulle.  Sort of right,

but would she have to change, give up

who she was; what she’d come to carve out in life?

Was she really ready, she thought cradling

the coffee, now cold, to step out

of this skin and become

just someone’s wife?

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]