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A Box of Sky
Moira Andrew, Integral & CLP
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MEMBERS’ COMPS & CALLS 31st May, Frogmore
MEMBERS’ EVENTS/VENUES Apr: Shortlands Poetry Circle: 20th (online) & 28th (live)
see/hear: Poetry Archive (now at YouTube) – Graham Clifford reading his poem Intermission
for John
The elephants first surfaced,
swathed in a sea of silver stars ’
an umbilical cord of silken saris; the traveller’s
rough nails snagged the weave, triangulars
of gold appeared. He pulled again
scattering nutmeg, beaded bracelets, more,
the orient of a sailor’s kitbag –
to treasure-house our shabby kitchen floor:
Mahmud leading the tired herd
homewards across a swelling river,
heads turned towards the rising sun –
Eastwards, the traveller said. His shiver,
unexpected, pulled me up sharp,
I looked at them. See how they skulk,
he said, if you face them the wrong way.
It’s Eastwards, Mecca, or see them sulk.
***
And so they stayed, he saw to that
till his wife, dusting them the day he died,
turned them westwards, faces to the wall.
I stretched my arms to turn them, sighed –
heard his traveller’s voice, That’s it, that’s fine,
the ebony was cool to touch – the hands
I saw were his, not mine.