Kayak 1942
KAYAK 1942 ? Ireland
A LAD NOT THREE
STRETCHES FOR THE WINDOW SILL
A ROOM QUITE DARK
NO SOUND AROUND
ALL MOVEMENT IS OUTSIDE
A DAY BRIGHT BLUE
ELMS, GRAND PARENTS GREW.
BARK OF MOTTLED GRAY.
FILTERED LIGHT OF YELLOW GREEN
A FIGURE PASSES, SO WHITE, TALL, LEAN,
WEARING A SUITE OF BLUE AND
POINTED KAYAK RED,
HE STRODE PASSING LEFT TO
LAUNCH AND WHEN OR WHERE,
[WHO KNOWS?] HE GOES
A DREAM OF MANY A YEAR
PAST, SUDDENLY REVEALED,
THE FIGURES WHERE
MY DAD AND ME.
Copyright © George Franklin | Year Posted 2015
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