Today my husband is studying swords
And rediscovering a joy in kennings
As his eye that has no sight
Has finally stopped hurting
So the other eye can now return
To read, and record, and recognise my face
That I was scared would be forgotten.
As he quotes to me,
‘Incitement of the sorrow of the fence of battle’
I think of the shield ulcer that
Cloaked and covered his eye
His sorrow becoming the repetition
Of eye drops and eye creams
That ensuingly and eventually eroded.
The energy of unseen motion,
Particles changed by his serpent of wound
Resulting in two pages of beloved
Literature, formal and academic
Emerging rousing and romantic
As I see eyes negotiating the leafs
Unknowingly unforgetting my face.