Family table –
So many hands joined in Grace ~
Kids playing beneath.
Tag: Blood
Revenge
Hunting mosquitoes –
Now trapped in the tent ~ how sweet –
My blood no longer.
Fluid
Her red wine stained lips –
Bringing back old memories ~
Have you been feeding?
Yard
Aircon and birdsong –
Seems we’ve our own cardinal ~
Red as our mozzies.
Irish
You might find yourself –
Very far from home ~ but then ~
It’s not far at all.
[Dedicated to the staff in Rà Rá, Georgetown. Go raibh maith agaibh go léir.]
Poppies
Listen to Godflesh –
Last bus ~ fits in with the book –
Taliban poems.
T-2
Three weeks late you were –
Long hair and long nails ~ all set –
Pretend no more, Son.
Boden
That soil earth shock smell –
Rain that’s somewhat overdue ~
She’s holding my hand.
Tumbledown
How to remember?
When half your brain’s on the hill –
Forever British…
Papa
Hard as nails, you were –
and great with your first grandson ~
Who’s proud of our name.
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