They go off like a sherbet bomb
settling joy all around
a new baby introduced at home
lickable as fairy floss in a swaddle
Great grandma is in the blue gin
telling of how he never worked a day
but she gave up the circus life
its elegant parabola of trapeze
Two cousins roll their own
in the symmetry of twins in a mirror
sweaters over folded arms
to disguise the handcuffs beneath
The screen doors are hanging on
as children bang in and out
running through everyone’s place
jumping the dogs’ sleepily drooling patience
Looking into eyes
that don’t yet know their colour
a fart gurgles down my forearm
a smile an arching back
The smell of cooked chips
gets into everything
and you know absolutely
you know with absolute conviction
caught uncompromised in this cleft of living
that you would sever any ground
deny all causes or beings
to keep her safe here
from each and every predator
Beautiful. I love the part about the handcuffs x
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ReplyDeleteA father's poem, James. So powerful. How well I remember my sudden hot & murderous rage...in the forceps delivery of my son...when the doctor inadvertently nipped him...as I saw the blood on his little cheek.
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