Friday, 12 April 2013

A Farewell to her arms

Further reworking/editing of the new poem.

A Farewell to her arms

A luminous April Fool’s day - sunlight
soft as baby’s first blonde hair
brushed against the right cheek.

An autumnal day of slanted light;
a last promise to meet
in a future never to be met.

Life intrudes and roosts - curled toes
and ruffled feathers, pigeons
in the shadows of truly intended words.

In the distance, the calls of men,
umpires' whistles and the faint thwump
of a leather ball being kicked.

Skin shivered beneath the chequered
flannelette shirt - what distant events
might kick-start this leather again?

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