You say there’s none so blind
as them as don’t want to see,
You buy me a scarlet coat
so I’ll stand out from the crowd,
knit me rainbow
socks on four needles,
teach me to feel the colours.
You show me how even
silent laughing can be loud
if you listen hard enough.
Your acres of bosom
are a perfect pillow for a story;
you tell me how bad stuff found you
but you survived it.
You tell me to be true to myself,
live in peace with others
but always be my own lover.
You say fingertips
are as useful as eyes, knuckles
as feeling as fingertips
for finding your way in the dark.
You’re beside me every time
I knuckle my way out of dark spaces.
Rachel Davies has been published in journals and anthologies, most recently Riggwelter, The North and Noble Dissent (Beautiful Dragons Press). She has an MA in Creative Writing and is working towards a PhD in poetry from MMU.