By Marianne Tefft
THIS GREY MORNING This grey morning I get to study the ceiling bemused Hoping the long-awaited repair Has stemmed the active leak at last I do not have to scan the terrible clouds Praying what rains from the grim sky Will not drown me and my daughter today This grey morning I get to pause Saturday’s Long Read Set my warm cup in its saucer And push up from my table Heeding the scraping of my hungry dog at the door I do not have to raise a broken chair from the rubble Against those who want the putrid scraps I have made my own This grey morning I get to wallow in bed Nursing my broken heart I do not have to lie on frozen earth Hands pressed to my chest Sticky and red Bravely sighing this is how love ends
Marianne Tefft, born in the U.S. and raised in Canada, is a poet, lyricist, teacher and voiceover artist on the Caribbean island of Sint Maarten. Her first poetry collection, Full Moon Fire, is slated to appear in Summer 2022.
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