Unfastening, a poetry by Jenny Middleton at Spillwords.com
Makhmutova Dina



written by: Jenny Middleton


Gloves lined with silken darkness
Welcome my hands to memory;
their interior rich with the smooth touch
Of things held and held before;

As if we were relearning our vows
As a language grown old sings
With words once rusted,
seized and deadened,
Amongst a tangle of docks and nettles,
Or choked with bind weed’s grasp.

And now as clay is worked clear
turned on its wheel to rings
and is worn up to the tenderness of sculpture
these words rise from their base vowels
to sentence the sublime
unfastening us from the everyday.

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