More than any of the internet poets he encouraged me as I tentatively moved back into writing...something that I had given up for years, after being published and knowing sucess in my 20s.
These two poems are in response to the prompt from Brian to write about someone who has encouraged and inspired us. And these two are written in memory of my father and my mother...who encouraged me in my youth to believe that I had someting to offer and a talent to be explored.
The Irish Bull
He could spin a good story
That fellow.
He could make you believe
There were fairies.
Convince you that things
Were not just as you thought.
Suck you in
Wrap you round
Make a net with his words.
'Til you felt yourself dizzy
And losing perspective.
Believing his line
With it's hook
And it's bait.
And the further you fell
For the twinkling words
The closer you came
To believing his spiel.
Aye, he had a grand way
With a story.
...thanks dad...
Mary
I walked along beside her
In war days.
Trusting her
That she should know the way.
Up the hill
Under the arching trees.
Down the lane
Into the yard.
A foreign land of mud and hens.
Strong smells.
Scrubbed pine
And Mrs. Brown
Who sold us butter, eggs and bacon.
And then we walked away agin.
Down through the fields
Toward the smoking city.
While the mournful sounds of the curlew
Floated
Over the empty countryside.
...thank mum...
...and thankyou Dave for knowing you and your words.
This is for dVerse and is in memorium.
