Balancing like windmills
on a tide washed stone
precarious boys are kings,
immortal and unconquered,
on the shoreline of their kingdoms.
But the chasing waves wrap round each other
tangling doubts.
And each one, like a small voice,
sibilant with questions
brings the future.
Trefyn, Pembrokeshire, May 90
For two twelve year old boys, the child of a friend, and his friend.
Tuesday, 10 January 2017
Ruth's first snowfall
Six years old and never seen the snow.
Mild winters
balmy springs
and baking summers.
were your childhood.
Six long years
no snowballs,
no toboggans.
Then, at last, the cold came
and the snow fell,
and the fields were white.
And wrapped in layers of scarves
you made your mark upon the snowy path
a gap-toothed, smiling picture of delight.
Feb 91
Mild winters
balmy springs
and baking summers.
were your childhood.
Six long years
no snowballs,
no toboggans.
Then, at last, the cold came
and the snow fell,
and the fields were white.
And wrapped in layers of scarves
you made your mark upon the snowy path
a gap-toothed, smiling picture of delight.
Feb 91
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