Heading Home from Market Weighton
Early doors: the sun a hard rind
over the tops, fog sleeping in dips
across the road. I’ve left him,
forlorn, in a new job he hates;
suddenly my son, instead
of my husband. I’m too near home
to turn back, the lies I told
to get him through the day,
already mildewed. The morning
knows no life; the umber tail of a fox
beneath a hedge is absolute colour.
White lines peel under the wheels,
catching on the hours still to come
and somewhere, back there, his day
is being metered out in misery.
When I return, our home feels hot
and bruised beneath my palm.
Wendy Pratt was born in Scarborough, North Yorkshire. She has had poems published in several journals and magazines. Her first pamphlet Nan Hardwicke Turns into a Hare was published by Prolebooks in 2011, her first full collection, Museum Pieces, also published by Prolebooks, came out in 2013. Her next pamphlet, Lapstrake, is being published by Flarestack Poets and will be available in 2015. Wendy is the poetry correspondent for Northern Soul and is also a mentor on the Womentoring project. You can find details about her work atwww.wendypratt.com
Reblogged this on cjheries and commented:
One that every parent will heart-absorb.