Demeter by Carol Ann Duffy
Once again, it’s past my bedtime and I still haven’t posted the PotD. So tonight I’m going with short and sweet.
Demeter
By Carol Ann Duffy
Where I lived—winter and hard earth.
I sat in my cold stone room
choosing tough words, granite, flint,
to break the ice. My broken heart—
I tried that, but it skimmed,
flat, over the frozen lake.
She came from a long, long way,
but I saw her at last, walking,
my daughter, my girl, across the fields,
in bare feet, bringing all spring’s flowers
to her mother’s house. I swear
the air softened and warmed as she moved,
the blue sky smiling, none too soon,
with the small shy mouth of a new moon.
I love this poem so much, the last two lines especially, even though this isn’t the sort of poetry I’m usually into. So, thanks!