Poem for Frances Harvey
Madge Herron
Love Poems by Women: An anthology of poetry from around the
world and through the ages
edited by Wendy Mulford
New York: Fawcett Columbine, 1990
Christ, and when I sleep
Your wounds hop on to me
like little mice;
what encumbrance is this?
Survive the night
and be my finest poem
pushed thinly through
and nothing of you spilt.
A legend in a vessel;
twixt the gable
and the well
whortled darkening stones
near where you fell
I hear Him coming
in the mass.
Will He love me?
who am the Bull --
and will He say?
There's not a day
goes past
But I think on thee,
My Love, My Love.