“Steam” by Carol Ann Duffy

And we’re back with Dirty Poems for a Monday morning. It’s cold out there so here’s some Carol Anne Duffy to warm your cockles…

I first came across Duffy at school and was immediately drawn to her subversive and often transgressive verse, an appreciation that only grew when she missed out on the nomination for the position of British Poet Laureate owing to institutional homophobia and stupidity, and she told the newspapers that she’d never have taken it anyway: “I will not write a poem for Edward and Sophie. No self-respecting poet should have to.”


Not long ago so far, a lover and I
in a room of steam –

a sly, thirsty silvery word – lay down,
opposite ends, and vanished.

Quite recently, if one of us sat up,
or stood, or stretched, naked,

a nude pose in soft pencil
behind tissue paper

appeared, rubbed itself out, slow,
with a smokey cloth.

Say a matter of months. This hand reaching
through the steam

to touch the real thing, shockingly there,
not a ghost at all.

Carol Ann Duffy (born 23 December 1955) is a British poet, playwright and freelance writer born in Glasgow, Scotland.

If you’ve got a suggestion for Monday’s dirty poem, don’t hesitate to get in touch…

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