Friday, 19 October 2018

look! is that the loving cup?

look! is that the loving cup?

last lime leeched the village mortar;
the child crosses the boundary road
onto the scales of adulthood; asking
‘will i be found wanting?’ 
for, the door ajar, and with his pals, 
he is peering in disbelief;
the songs were true!
‘there is an uplands here’
above the dark times, 
the chains of a childhood penury;
the tears have crystallised into
a shine that dazzles any attempt to 
look into the distance, (or black back) 
and all that matters is that 
the door stays ajar 
for just a wee while longer 
in case we need to come back home 
for tea and cakes, just one more time.

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