All Lovers Entitled by Patricia Wallace Jones

All Lovers Entitled

Upon learning of your illness
the sky dimmed.
By morning, fog woman arrived
riding bare, low on the back of a heron.
She was followed by high tide, the sea
fiercely dressed in blue-black moiré,
her best autumn combers.

They are primed, ready to fight
alongside your wife and me
and your muse, since the cradle,
the resolute moon—
with all of us this coming rain.

By early evening I had handpicked
and planted ninety new bulbs,
all of them tulips, Sissinghurst white—
fifty plus eight for your party come May,
the balance for us all to crow on.

by Patricia Wallace Jones, first published in The Flea.

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Editor’s Note: This poem’s use of gorgeous imagery underscores the frantic difficulty of loving someone who has fallen ill.


One response to “All Lovers Entitled by Patricia Wallace Jones”

  1. Siham Karami Avatar

    Gorgeous and meaningful.

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