Poem of the week: An Explanation of Doily by Gwyneth Lewis

<p>A strange, humorous, mysterious window out of trauma is both desolate and decorative</p><p><strong>An Explanation of Doily</strong> <br><em>(for Adam Zagajewsk</em><em>i)</em></p><p>You asked me last summer: ‘What is a doily?’<br>
Sometimes, at lunch, I walk on the beach.<br>
Today I was coatless. A storm cloud threatened,<br>
dark as a spaceship. Should it pour,<br>
a sister ship down in the water<br>
would throw up grappling nets to the surface,<br>
rain rise to soak me. Behind a sandbank,<br>
waves touched the shore, no more than a shimmer.</p> <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/2025/sep/29/poem-of-the-week-an-explanation-of-doily-by-gwyneth-lewis">Continue reading...</a>