Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Poem After Four Months of Silence

The body of an ageing woman
Is a memory
—Eavan Boland, “Anna Liffey”

The first fluency
has left me. Sex has
acquired history.
I grow afraid of
repeating myself
unknowingly. Love,
new man, old enemy,
you enclose me with
your mouth. Go slowly.


Brian McElmurry said...

Beautiful poem. Captures something about new loves and old loves coliding in the mind.

Jee Leong Koh said...

Thanks, Brian. I'm glad you like it.

Shropshirelad said...

There was no silence, Jee. You were just listening.

Gorgeous poem. And different.

Jee Leong Koh said...

I'm glad you like the difference.