About the poet
Penelope Shuttle (b. 1947) has made her home in Cornwall since 1970 and the county's mercurial...
It is both sad and a relief to fold so carefully
her outgrown clothes and line up the little worn shoes
of childhood, so prudent, scuffed and particular.
It is both happy and horrible to send them galloping
back tappity-tap along the misty chill path into the past.
It is both a freedom and a prison, to be outgrown
by her as she towers over me as thin as a sequin
in her doc martens and her pretty skirt,
because just as I work out how to be a mother
she stops being a child.
From Selected Poems (Oxford Poets/Carcanet, 1998), copyright © Penelope Shuttle 1998, used by permission of the author and publisher
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