A Biblical page-turner
An outsider looking at Lent

readwritepoem: Protection


I'd make a good boy scout:
tampons litter the corners

of every backpack and purse
waiting to unfurl, and

there are gloves in the pockets
of every coat I own.

The gloves my father wears
were his inheritance.

Cracked and creased,
they're always already old.

Once I lost a fur-lined glove,
sleek as a well-fed cat.

It reappeared in the spring,
sodden and sheepish,

when the ice shelf of our driveway
melted into a muddy sea.

I dried it in the dining room
and it was wearable again, though

battered, as if my left hand
had endured my worst nightmares

but my right hand
didn't know the clench of fear.

The current prompt at readwritepoem is dressing up your poetry. I had all sorts of ideas for this one, though once I started working on the poem, it was the glove idea that grabbed me and ran. This poem's been through several iterations this week, but I think I'm pleased with it. There's nothing Judaic in it, for a change, unless you count the very subtle hint of psalm 137 in the last two couplets, but I hope y'all enjoy it anyway. Anyway, you can read others' responses to the prompt here.

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