Monthly poem - February 2020

BABY LOVE

When you were a baby
how easy it was to love you.
Firstly, you were utterly cherubic.
Your rounded limbs, the perfect shape of your warm, downy skull
and your baby smell!
Sweeter than all my mother's puddings,
more intoxicating then a vintage bottle of champagne-
my own child – no one could tell me now
that I loved too much.
You absorbed my love and it made you strong.
"A wholewheat baby," your uncle chipped,
as we sat on the garden step.
You stretched forward against my hands
in your battered gingham rompers,
the tub of your body, a mysterious god
whose legs gleamed with the first breath of summer.

Whose legs gleamed with the first breath of summer?
The tub of your body a mysterious god
in your battered gingham rompers,
you stretched forward against my hands.
As we sat on the garden step -
"A wholewheat baby," your uncle chipped.
You absorbed my love, and it made you strong.
That I loved, too much.
My own child. No one could tell me. Now,
more intoxicating then a vintage bottle of champagne,
sweeter than all my mother's puddings.
And your baby smell,
your rounded limbs, the perfect shape of your warm, downy skull.
Firstly you were utterly cherubic:
how easy it was to love you
when you were a baby.

 

Jehane Markham

Photo of Jehane Markham by Heini Schneebeli

Jehane Markham is a true poet...
her poems glow like impressionist paintings.

Adrian Mitchell

Love wells up out of Jehane Markham's work... it made me cry.
Gillian Allnutt

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Jehane Markham
please email
jm@jehanemarkham.co.uk

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March 7 and 21
and April 4 at 12pm
fortnightly readings and discussion and music
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SIXTEEN SUNSETS - POETRY MEETS THE BLUES

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Above and Below The Water Line
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