From her newly published collection The Bone Library, our poem of the week is ‘Morning Rituals’. Read the poem, and listen to Jenni reading it, below.
Morning Rituals Getting dressed in the morning is a ritual that begins wan as a Midwinter sun, cars on cobbles, bump-bump like a minaret drum, the body bends . . . like a gnarled bough on the willow tiredness won’t leave on waking – it just intensifies, all day long. I’m porcelain cold, imperceptible in my sorrow, shower steams the mirror like a sigh, still, got twenty-eight teeth to shine, hair reticent to detangle, a face to smooth like each day does not daunt and nightmares don’t walk. Amber and ginger lily sweeten my surrender to another outside world affray, front door opens like a yawn, go ahead now my girl, turn the key – these are the morning rituals of me.
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