The Clothes Shrine
It was a whole new sweetness
In the early days to find
Light white muslin blouses
On a see-through nylon line
Drip-drying in the bathroom
Or a nylon slip in the shine
Of its own electricity —
as if Saint Brigid once more
Had rigged up a ray of sun
Like the one she’d strung on air
To dry her own cloak on
(Hard-pressed Brigid, so
Unstoppably on the go) –
The damp and slumped and unfair
Drag of the workaday
Made light of and got through
As usual, brilliantly.
Image: Photo of clothes on line (close-up) by Manu B on Unsplash.
Audio: Listen to Seamus Heaney reading his poem here.
