Poem: She Took To Her Bed

She Took To Her Bed

 

She took to her bed

Waited out the wailing winds,

And reckless seas that tossed her,

In love’s empty boat

Without a compass

 

She floated away from the land of lovers

The shoreline retreated in the darkness

She closed her eyes

And let it go

 

She took to her bed when the blood flowed

To mourn what never left,

What never arrived, what never grew,

What never died, what never blossomed

And never spoke with a voice inside her

 

She took to her bed to pass the days, adrift,

To lay on humid sheets,

Where she watched the shadows of trees crawl across the walls

Or heard the cooing of doves outside the window

 

And in the space around her there grew a calm.

One day a spot opened in the bed, it said,

I am here for you.

She nestled into that spot,

Curled as a lock of hair around a child’s pinky

 

She escaped without apology

Accepted the solace of pillows to the cheek.

The bed remained steadfast

Restoring strength inside her

 

With the blanket of time tucked under her chin,

The years passed.

 

Later, they said of her,

She took to her bed.

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5 Responses

  1. Aww. I liked the graceful and eloquent expression and the whole vibe of the poem really. Like languid, assured steps in carpeted silence. The ending was a light soft-footed ending. Like the writer held her breath then let go.Thank you.

  2. I wonder what that means, “she took to her bed”?

    • “She Took To Her Bed” is a phrase used frequently in the 19th and to a lesser extent 20th Century. If you google it, you will come up with a number of examples.

      Women were often confined to their beds by their doctors when they were pregnant, or during their menses … and there are many instances of women taking to their beds for other reasons, such as the death of a husband or lover.

      John and Yoko infamously conducted a “bed in” where they took to their bed on behalf of world peace.

      But this poem is much more about the female experience and the notion of taking to one’s bed as a solace and comfort against the many turbulent things that happen outside the bed.

  3. To mourn what never left, What never arrived, what never grew, What never died, what never blossomed never spoke with a voice inside her…..This is existential, what never arrives and nver grows just is there for us to discover.

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