Another attempt at a cadralor for dverse.
Looking at the other side
1.
Chill, these October mornings,
when jays and magpies squabble to warm their wings,
and mist lies on the meadow.
But the sun rises, even in autumn.
2.
Your first day of school lasted for months, the same fear
that the day would never end, we had abandoned you forever,
until you discovered the delights of cleaning up the painting corner.
I would wait at the door for you, the last child to leave.
3.
There’s anguish in the air, when the year speeds down the incline,
and the wind swings to the east, gusting, cold, and hisses
through the underside of leaves, catching them unawares.
I look for the tight-knuckled buds when the last leaves fall.
4.
I took you to my favourite places, unaware at the time
how dependent you were on me, not knowing the country
or the language, never imagining you might not love what I did.
Time has tangled our memories inextricably, like everything else.
5.
Grey waves slop over the side of the dingy, cold grey
as the sky, as your small face. Tears or spray, both salt,
both blur the horizon, blur past and future.
You sleep, unaware of what you have lost and gained.
Another attempt at a cadralor for dverse. Looking at the other side 1.Chill, these October mornings,when jays and magpies squabble to warm their wings,and mist lies on the meadow.But the sun rises, even in autumn. 2.Your first day of school lasted for months, the same fearthat the day would never end, we had abandoned you … Continue reading Looking at the other sideRead MoreJane Dougherty Writes
