{"id":495,"date":"2025-06-03T14:27:07","date_gmt":"2025-06-03T14:27:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.openbook.org.uk\/chainlink\/?p=495"},"modified":"2025-06-03T14:27:07","modified_gmt":"2025-06-03T14:27:07","slug":"maria-taylor-three-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.openbook.org.uk\/NLR\/2025\/06\/03\/maria-taylor-three-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Maria Taylor &#8211; Three Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>My Parents\u2019 Wedding, July 1975<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A rushed wedding, a year after the fighting.<br>Newlywed Anna unable to finish her breakfast<br>at the hotel. Dimitri insists she drinks up<br>her scalding tea or they\u2019ll miss the train.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">At St. Pancras, Anna sees the 9:40 pull in.<br>She can still run away. Dimitri who wanted<br>to leave in a hurry, grieves an umbrella<br>he forgot at the breakfast table. Oh, it was<br>the best umbrella I ever had, he\u2019d always say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A train heaves along the spine of England.<br>Two people. A missing umbrella. My question<br>ringing through years \u2013 but what happened in \u201874?<br>Their wedding photo on flock wallpaper.<br>The fading of it. Anna unsmiling at the lens.<br>A bouquet of white flowers \u2013 her silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u2003<br><strong>In Praise<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">In my hand, spring and barrel. Arteries of ink.<br>I\u2019ve lost you so many times. I\u2019ve needed you,<br>and yet it\u2019s nothing. Another one of you appears,<br>to be zipped up. Doodled with. Ignored.<br>I\u2019ve gnawed into you, leaving tooth marks,<br>as you leave yours on blank pages \u2013 on the lines,<br>between the lines or erased with white-wash \u2013<br>hopeless love letters, diary entries, lists of to do<br>and not to do, to buy, to cross-out, to interrogate.<br>For such a simple thing you overwhelm me \u2013<br>there\u2019s so much of a person to throw away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u2003<br><strong>\u2018Oh! Look! There\u2019s two in there\u2019<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I lie with the curve of my belly exposed<br>and a secret within \u2013 it won\u2019t be one but two.<br>When I find out I don\u2019t hear a fanfare<br>but a sonographer\u2019s voice lifts then glides<br>into a surprised melisma of \u2018Oh.\u2019 A simple \u2018Oh\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">as life doubles. In the hospital caf\u00e9 I take tea<br>with two sugars, a sweetness cure for shock.<br>I eat two helpings of St. Clement\u2019s cake,<br>everything I say tastes of oranges and lemons.<br>Dear Lord, am I cut out for this? I pray to a spoon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We go through names. I eat pickles with chocolate.<br>On the day of arrival, I\u2019m stoned on pethidine.<br>Amy Winehouse sings for two on hospital radio<br>as we hold our bated breath for theirs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">So small, early. Two lives to love, to fear for.<br>Two cots. Two car seats. Two howls to feed<br>in the ghost hours of night. The same questions<br>from strangers. Are they natural? Do you sleep?<br>How do you do it? As if it\u2019s easy to answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Maria Taylor<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My Parents\u2019 Wedding, July 1975 A rushed wedding, a year after the fighting.Newlywed Anna unable to finish her breakfastat the hotel. 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