Poem for the Times: 'Demeter'

Stephanie Burkinshaw recommends Carol Ann Duffy's poem, 'Demeter'.


Image: Tony Hicks


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.

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