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Bracing - Simone Broome
Breeze
Poor Winston’s idea of foreplay was,
‘Brace yourself, Effie.’Mrs Doubtfire (1993)
Digging
A single kite circles: it’s clear and warm. There’ll be
a postcard perfect sunset – not yet. I’m sitting
on a tan plastic chair, the type that stacks, while you
dig. I’m holding a ginger cat. He’s a dead weight,
eyes pale, open, no shade I remember.
We grumble, you and I, about rubble buried
under the grass, (the man who lived here before us
making this task so much harder), bluntness of tools –
spades, forks, a bent shovel, a pickaxe - me silent
as you plant a walnut tree beside him.
Six years before, August, morning, this time a dog –
your dog, the other woman we’d joked about, how
I watched from a window, closed, upstairs. Having found
your spot, you laboured amongst and between deep roots.
When all was done, you lay down next to her,
wept, and the rawness of it hooked me back once more.
Tonight I’ve untied the ‘missing’ notes from railings:
the lone kite’s back – he pauses, plummets, banks, then soars,
circles and keens, circles and keens.
Gargoyle
Some say he looks like my husband, benign,
a little playful, meaning well as he watches
from his aerial perspective.
He has no name yet. We know he was one of many,
chipped out of the mould, to add a touch of whimsy
to some Victorian house of God
or villa of man. He is a composite creature,
webbed and clawed, with bony spine, a long tail,
of upright ears, bulbous of eye and manic of grin,
yet no malice attends, exudes, can be felt.
While the sculptor in a far barn is making
his one-off, power tooling his ear-defended way
through limestone and Carrera marble,
raising dust, drilling and hammering across
valley, hills. In orange boilersuit.
Hard physical work, noisy toil,
solitary work punctuated by breaks for tea
or cigarette, or by idle enquirer. The artist at work.
For my daughter’s mother-in-law’s sister
For my daughter’s mother-in-law’s sister
is a splendid specimen of woman, lady
of a certain age, not old enough
to be at risk, not at leisure and so,
alas, furloughed.
For my daughter’s mother-in-law’s sister
is fine in style and substance, efficient,
proficient in many areas. No shirker. She is
a grandmother, and she keeps a flat in Hove
with a view
of the promenade.
For my daughter’s mother-in-law’s sister,
deskbound for decades, now footloose, fancy-free
but for how long? She has signed an official piece
of paper. Latter-day landgirl, she must
make ready, hold steady, join willing ranks
who’ll plug the labour gaps
this summer.
For my daughter’s mother-in-law’s sister
will be a classy fruitpicker, in eyeliner,
bright blue, in cropped white linen slacks, a panama hat,
red painted toenails, practical walking sandals.
Decrees say she is needed; she must dirty her hands
for this country’s good.
For my daughter’s mother-in-law’s sister
must go down to the fields, a trug just hung
carelessly at her elbow. No shirker,
she’s a wonderful worker. She will toil
and labour and save the day
this year’s harvest.
My daughter’s mother-in-law’s sister.
As kings, in Egypt
Mother tried to broaden my mind. A jaunt to peer
at dusty objects in glass cases? A Nile trip? Luxor’s glories?
I revolted. A callow girl - before love, before marriage,
fifteen short years before Carter opened
the boy king’s tomb and all changed for ever. Back then,
I revelled at the Gezirah Palace Hotel, my court, with teas,
polo, young men, dances. Belt-tightening banished, bolted
from England’s chill dull wintry tomb. I would return
to Egypt, fall for that scented heat, muezzin’s