Demeter
Carol Ann Duffy
Carol Ann Duffy
Where I lived - Winter and hard earth.
I sat in my cold stone room
choosing tough words, granite, flint
to break ice. My broken heart -
I tried that, but it skimmed,
flat, over the frozen lake.
She came from a long way,
but I saw her at last, walking,
my daughter, my girl, across the fields,
in my bare feet, bringing all spring's flowers
to her mother's house. I swear
the air softened and warmed as she moved,
the blue sky smiling, none too soon,
with the small shy mouth of a new moon.
I sat in my cold stone room
choosing tough words, granite, flint
to break ice. My broken heart -
I tried that, but it skimmed,
flat, over the frozen lake.
She came from a long way,
but I saw her at last, walking,
my daughter, my girl, across the fields,
in my bare feet, bringing all spring's flowers
to her mother's house. I swear
the air softened and warmed as she moved,
the blue sky smiling, none too soon,
with the small shy mouth of a new moon.
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