The Farmer’s Wife (part two)

Posted by ractrose on 27 Oct 2018 in Art, Poems

Pastel drawing of Edwardian stockinged legs and lace-up shoes falling geranium



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The Farmer’s Wife (part two)


While I bent and cried, right hand

Rising to the hammering of my heart

Glass out of frames and littering the gravelled floor

I cared more for Arthur’s blaming me

Says the music makes me deaf

His cuttings in their boxes

His wartime gambit, making brass

Adorning cemetery plots

Still all untouched by frost, it hasn’t come

I see him smash the gramophone and then

I see myself on hands and knees, alone

Scrubbing at the doorstone

My own blood

‘Missus…pretty, them…geraniums’

I’ll not pay her any mind, I am spotting clues

Yes, my shoulders shook. I heard her laugh.

‘Missus,” again she whispered, “I have seen a man.’

A cork, a fat metal bolt, and worse

A basilisk’s egg, so I was told, white and pocked

Like coral from an ancient sea

Has this child never had a fancy?

Does she make her way in others’ rooms to find—

This, I’d dreamt must hold inside

Diamonds to deliver me, and treasured

When sentiment had lost all lustre

For that the dream was sweet

—a missile, merely, a thing at hand?

‘And I says to him…’ Bessie tells me

‘Are you hungry? Come up to the house, then.’




The Farmer’s Wife
Charcoal drawing of small statured man in Edwardian suit













(2017, Stephanie Foster)



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