Fragile
Days
The thick coat I wear is Irish tweed and
bears a poet’s pocket, a deep vessel
for the rescue of snippets: phrases, dreams,
memories, ideas and inspirations,
The coat is soft charcoal grey and crossed with
blackened herring bones, quite long and belted,
woollen, warm and wide but no-one can tell
how very safe and snug I am inside
its tailored sanctuary or understand
my need for its constancy as I go
on my daily round.
Today, another swiftly passing day
of no merit, I had eavesdropped; something
overheard stilled me into silence. I
disliked its nuance, I saved its essence,
wrapped most of it up in sorrow and threw
the rest away.
I may seem calm but only I can feel,
as I walk, that my tread upon the stair
is aggressive, frustrated by cause of
my fear for the fragility of a
world which has lost all of its subtlety.
Beseiged now by its trappings I find myself
miscast till I am dizzy with fear that
I may topple. But my poet’s pocket
of words are close, they guide me away from
the edge of the abyss to a place of
recluse where I can write, safe once more in
my withdrawing room.
Cait O’Connor
"My poet's pocket of words..." I love that. Lovely poem, Cait.
ReplyDeleteCait, your poem really touched me. I will be returning here again to read it again.
ReplyDeleteThank you also for the link to Glenda Jackson's speech.
What a week....
xo
Oh, I love this! A "poet's pocket" indeed. April is "National Poetry Month" here, and one of the most quoted phrases for children is "keep a poem in your pocket" (from Jack Prelutsky, I believe). So for me there is that on top of all the rest. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Cait!
ReplyDeleteLove the poem. Your coat sounds very special, like a blanket to shield yourself against winter and the world.
ReplyDeleteOh, I like this and hugely relate to its essence.
ReplyDeleteFlip side...I've on occasion told someone that I liked and connected with on a first meeting, "If only I had a little pocket to carry you in."
Thank you, Cait. I'm saving this one.