The Chalice and the Heart
He explained as clearly as he could
about the heart inside each vertebrae.
He drew and it was beautiful,
our spinal cord rising through a series of hearts.
One of mine is no longer a heart,
but a chalice, like a cocktail glass.
Eventually, it may shrink to the rune
Algiz, the earth, which is also Z the end.
When his mother died, Seamus Heaney
wrote a poem about folding a sheet with her.
So many days I have lifted sheets
from the line with my own mother.
She taught me the way of folding.
Together we would dance to and fro,
handing the cloth to her as she made
the final fold, a pat and sigh,
that slight smile to meet my eye,
then on to the next.
I never wanted it to end.
poem and photograph Rose Cook
I will be reading my poems at:
Plymouth Central Library, Drake Circus, Plymouth PL4 8AL
on Saturday 20th September 2-3.30 pm, with Ann Alexander, Caroline Carver. A free event from Grey Hen Press.
Also on Sunday September 21st at 7pm at TAAG, 4/5 Northumberland Place, Teignmouth, Devon TQ14 8DD for World Peace Day
and at the Torbay Poetry Festival on Monday Oct. 27th with Moor poets in the function room at Living Coasts, Torquay 10.30am-12
photo by Rose Cook
An assortment of chocolate poems…out on September 6th, 2014 at the launch at the Conway Hall as part of the PoetryBook Fair