John Glenday

 

Elegiac Triolet 

 

Says my mother

with a twinkle in her eye:

 

it’s not a bother, all this dark. It’s not a bother,

says my mother. I’ll just lie here

 

for now, imagining I’m a winter

primrose, waiting for the sun. Later you can join me, maybe,

 

says my mother

with a twinkle in her eye.