Dec 1st – In Between the Clover and the Damp Earth

December 1st – In Between the Clover and the Damp Earth

19.33-19.43

We’ve tried it once or twice
And found it rather nice

Chorus:
Roll me over lay me down and do it again
Roll me over in the clover, roll me over lay me down and do it again

 

(Bawdy WWII song, popular in 1944)

 

Somewhere in between

the clover and the damp earth

she left her innocence;

a dead thing, used up.

 

And she was different, then;

half-elated, half-afraid

of who she was now,

of what she had become.

 

Mud and crushed greens

on her jeans, marks from where

she’d pulled him down,

her choice under the canopy

 

of trees and sky; marks

she hid with a sweater

loosely tied around her waist

as she let herself in,

 

the key unlocking, turning

into an unsubtle echo

of this Thursday afternoon.

She couldn’t look them in the eye

 

at the table, bit her lip

at did you have a nice afternoon,

dear? Did they notice any difference?

If they did, they said nothing.

 

Fine. I’ve put the washing on.

I had some things that needed doing.

The churn of the drum

washing away the signs:

 

washing away the mud, and the greens;

the marks on her jeans

of an innocence gladly thrown away

between the clover and the damp earth.

 

 

Inspired by a prompt from here

(I know it’s not technically the 1st of December, but I was in London, and my phone wasn’t too keen on posting anything, so this is what I would have written. More or less.)

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