The bed we loved in was a spinning world of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seaswhere we would dive for pearls. My lover’s wordswere shooting stars which fell to earth as kisseson these lips; my body now a softer rhymeto his, now echo, assonance; his toucha verb dancing in the centre of a noun. Some nights, I dreamed he’d written me, the beda page beneath his writer’s hands. Romanceand drama played by touch, by scent, by taste. In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on, dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -I hold him in the casket of my widow’s headas he held me upon that next best bed. Carol Ann Duffy
About This Quote

This poem is about the pain of loss. It is about losing someone who was very important to you. The speaker describes the bed he shared with his lover as a spinning world of forests, castles, torchlight, cliffs, seas, and pearls. The speaker describes his lover as shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses on these lips; his body now soft, now echo, assonance; his touch a verb dancing in the center of a noun.

Source: The Worlds Wife

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