Jackie Kay Poems

How they strut about, people in love,
How tall they grow, pleased with themselves,
Their hair, glossy, their skin shining.
They don't remember who they have been.
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I did not promise
to stay with you till death do us part, or
anything like that,
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When I got home
I went out into the garden
Liking it when the frost bit
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I always wanted to give birth
Do that incredible natural thing
That women do-I nearly broke down
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If ye went tae the tapmost hill, Fiere
Whaur we used tae clamb as girls,
Ye'd see the snow the day, Fiere,
Settling on the hills.
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The orchids my mother gave me when we first met
are still alive, twelve days later. Although

some of the buds remain closed as secrets.
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‘The middle ground is the best place to be'
- Igbo saying

I will stand not in the past or in the future
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Nothing can be hidden from Lochaline Stores,
Supposing the Grocer's has eyes and ears:
Not an addiction to scratch cards or whisky,
Not a partiality to a bottle of Chianti.
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Let's blether about doors.
Revolving doors and sliding doors;

Half-opened, half-closed:
The door with your name on it,
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I am only nineteen
My whole life is changing

Tonight I see her
Shuttered eyes in my dreams
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