Saturday, November 12, 2016

Allison Morris #12 'For Henry'

The golden down above his chocolate eyes, 
imbibed with sunlight caught in morning play,
the darling brows, which twitch into surprise
each time I try and leave him for the day.

I love the lion arms, the sphinx’s pose,
the clicking steps which echo down the hall,
the patch of fur that’s darker, on his nose,
his condescension when he’s thrown a ball.

I love the silky honey-coloured ears,
Which twitch so sweetly when he listens hard,
The way, despite the weight of all his years,
He's still so rough-and-tumble in the yard.

My life is wretched when we are apart,
My darling boy, the master of my heart.

3 comments:

  1. Susan has written some beautiful poems earlier in the project for her dog, Freya. I think you would like them. I also enjoyed yoru delicate use of rhyme in this poem. Very pleasing.

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