Wednesday, 11 September 2013

Portrait 8

 long face
           (his Old Man's face)


         Large eyes flat
                till the bagpipes sounded


      When were you and me together?

      You and me together, have it said

                 
                       Lean in

                       to poverty


 The fits:

               insistence

            energy brightness

                  lambent hands


 Friday last,
            he disappears



7 comments:

  1. This poem is written in memory of a quiet man.

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  2. Thank you, All.

    Tom, the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards link was perfectly apt. Something was laid down softly in the head.

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