I can feel trouble in my bones
 
In my red, fringed bow ballerinas
I can feel surfaces again

hardness unyielding
to my toes, each pebble

conglomerated in the stub slabs
of the business district

each trip cobble defining
my quartier’s streets.

This week the road menders
were out fixing winter’s siege

the actions of frost and thaw
stones cemented into place

just in case they’re plucked
and smashed, a ready arsenal

to launch against false order
righteousness against women

and those, oh so many, causes
touching us these spring days.

 

 

 

Kate Noakes‘ seventh collection, The Filthy Quiet, is due from Parthian in Spring 2019. Her website, www.boomslangpoetry.blogspot.com, is archived by the National Library of Wales. She lives in London.