“they’ll kiss as if they know / a baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone”

[larryhammer]

Poetry Monday:


Atlas, U.A. Fanthorpe

There is a kind of love called maintenance,
Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it;

Which checks the insurance, and doesn’t forget
The milkman; which remembers to plant bulbs;

Which answers letters; which knows the way
The money goes, which deals with dentists

And Road Fund Tax and meeting trains,
And postcards to the lonely; which upholds

The permanently rickety elaborate
Structures of living; which is Atlas.

And maintenance is the sensible side of love,
Which knows what time and weather are doing
To my brickwork; insulates my faulty wiring;
Laughs at my dryrotten jokes; remembers
My need for gloss and grouting; which keeps
My suspect edifice upright in the air,
As Atlas did the sky.


---L.

Subject quote from Passing Afternoon, Iron & Wine.

Comments

[cmcmck]

Round here, she's called 'the wife'........ :o)

[sovay]

Atlas, U.A. Fanthorpe

I love her poetry.

[larryhammer]

I need to get a couple collections, instead of just stumbling across singletons here and there. I mean, I've enjoyed everything I've read, so why ... ?