Clive Sansom

(21 June 1910 - 1981 / London)

The Innkeeper’s Wife


I love this byre. Shadows are kindly here.
The light is flecked with travelling stars of dust,
So quiet it seems after the inn-clamour,
Scraping of fiddles and the stamping feet.
Only the cows, each in her patient box,
Turn their slow eyes, as we and the sunlight enter,
Their slowly rhythmic mouths.
‘That is the stall,
Carpenter. You see it’s too far gone
For patching or repatching. My husband made it,
And he’s been gone these dozen years and more…’

Strange how this lifeless thing, degraded wood
Split from the tree and nailed and crucified
To make a wall, outlives the mastering hand
That struck it down, the warm firm hand
That touched my body with its wandering love.
‘No, let the fire take them. Strip every board
And make a new beginning. Too many memories lurk
Like worms in this old wood. That piece you’re holding –
That patch of grain with the giant’s thumbprint –
I stared at it a full hour when he died:
Its grooves are down my mind. And that board there
Baring its knot-hole like a missing jig-saw –
I remember another hand along its rim.
No, not my husband’s and why I should remember
I cannot say. It was a night in winter.
Our house was full, tight-packed as salted herrings –
So full, they said, we had to hold our breaths
To close the door and shut the night-air out!

And then two travellers came. They stood outside
Across the threshold, half in the ring of light
And half beyond it. I would have let them in
Despite the crowding – the woman was past her time –
But I’d no mind to argue with my husband,
The flagon in my hand and half the inn
Still clamouring for wine. But when trade slackened,
And all out guests had sung themselves to bed
Or told the floor their troubles, I came out here
Where he had lodged them. The man was standing
As you are now, his hand smoothing that board –
He was a carpenter, I heard them say.
She rested on the straw, and on her arm
A child was lying. None of your crease-faced brats
Squalling their lungs out. Just lying there
As calm as a new-dropped calf – his eyes wide open,
And gazing round as if the world he saw
In the chaff-strewn light of the stable lantern
Was something beautiful and new and strange.
Ah well, he’ll have learnt different now, I reckon,
Wherever he is. And why I should recall
A scene like that, when times I would remember
Have passed beyond reliving, I cannot think.
It’s a trick you’re served by old possessions:
They have their memories too – too many memories.

Well, I must go in. There are meals to serve.
Join us there, Carpenter, when you’ve had enough
Of cattle-company. The world is a sad place,
But wine and music blunt the truth of it.

Submitted: Monday, September 20, 2010
Edited: Thursday, November 17, 2011

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  • Rookie - 126 Points Frank Lindquist (12/2/2014 4:20:00 AM)

    A very nice take from a different persons point of view. I really like your originality. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,434 Points Kenneth Maswabi (11/27/2014 12:13:00 AM)

    i love it...poetry is joy and sadness and more joy. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,463 Points John Richter (11/26/2014 7:14:00 AM)

    I am with Kim - I rarely have the patience for long winded stories. This one captured me though, from top to bottom. This is a beautiful and quite intimate poem. Lovely in deed. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 11,775 Points Kim Barney (11/26/2014 2:40:00 AM)

    When I first looked at this poem, I thought it was too long and wouldn't bother to read it, but am glad I did. Well worth the time, and a wonderful message. It's going onto my favorite poem list. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Dale Samler (11/28/2011 12:55:00 PM)

    I liked the conversational, reflective tone of this poem - homey (homely) , yet thoughtful. (Report) Reply

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