Comb

Comb

 

Now the comb is jagged-toothed

As stalagmites, and the rivets

Leach haloes of rust into the bone.

 

She held it, whorled and white

And beautiful, and stripped

Her glorious hair of lice, shook

 

It like a mane, transfixed

A flea between her fingernails,

And flirted. Earth piled in

 

On it, compacted over centuries.

Fleas and lice died in soil.

Time knocked out the teeth.

 

Poem by Giles Watson, 2012. Inspired by an Anglo Saxon comb (6th Century, from Wallingford), fashioned out of bone, now on display in the Vale and Downland Museum, Wantage.

 

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