For a child

Cherry

By Parson Thru

Thu, 13 Jun 2013
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6 comments
 

Perfect childhood mornings
Unreachable but never lost
Pristine light of infancy
Glimpsed in half-awakeness

Washing machine mornings
Clothes hanging on the line
Invisible young mother
Father working overtime

Jet Provost mornings
Filling freshly-painted skies
Above the empty gardens
Where plastic soldiers die

Shining through a fissure
So unbearably clear
Ghost of my mortality
How did you find me here?

Certificate U
Poem
Parson Thru III
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Comments

Submitted by scratch on
I just saw this pop up in the recently cherried list. I can quite see why it is there. This is a wonderful poem Kev.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Thank you cherry picker. Big thanks Peter. That's another leg-up.

Parson Thru

Submitted by blighters rock on
Peaceful and positive and well enjoyed. Just blew a tyre on the M25 so I needed something light-hearted. Thanks for commenting on Sean.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on
I did that once. Was it raining? Bad when it's raining. I think it was the A2 slip road. Hope you're all settled now Blighters. I really enjoyed Sean and recommend it to anyone reading this.

Parson Thru

Submitted by VeraClark on
Ah, dream-like nostalgia. Much enjoyed and so concise.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on
I'm beginning to warm to it. Thank you for the lovely comments. Thank you Vera.

Parson Thru