New Poem

I am grateful to Holly Magill and Claire Walker, the editors of webzine Atrium Poetry for publishing my poem He kneels at her feet.

He kneels at her feet
for M

It’s something he does each morning. 
With both hands he repeatedly
pushes the flesh upwards,
stimulating the flow in her right leg.
He turns the pressure sock inside out,
places it on her foot, then
steadily pulls it up and up.
The foot that’s swollen and purple.
He repeats the action on her left leg.
It’s easier, the leg is thinner.
She thanks him. He rises. 

Earlier he’s made her strong
Turkish coffee, buttered a croissant.
He’ll now go to get some stuff from Tesco.
Then cycle home on his racing bike.