Poem by Angela Topping, for Valentine’s Day


Because I love you, I offer you
this old glove.
Wait. Do not cast it
aside. It has held my hand.
Its soft felt embraced my fingers,
covered my palm.
Its partner is lost.
Take it to remind you, how you and I
could lose each other.
It fits me perfectly.
Keep it under your pillow.
Perhaps it will
reach for you in the night.


Note: WordPress does not like the indentations in this poem, so it’s lost its shape. It was first published in my collection I Sing of Bricks (Salt 2011). I think of it as slightly spooky but others see it differently, which is fine. Maria Walker made some art using this poem and the remaining glove.


5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. angelatopping
    Feb 15, 2016 @ 23:32:21

    Reblogged this on Angela Topping.


  2. carolynoconnell
    Feb 22, 2016 @ 15:36:15

    Reblogged this on Carolyn O' Connell.


  3. carolynoconnell
    Feb 22, 2016 @ 15:36:51

    Love this poem Angela


  4. Angi
    Feb 23, 2016 @ 12:15:49

    I don’t find it at all spooky Angela – to me it comes across as comforting.


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