Saturday, 13 October 2012

Friday Night

Inspired by being apart from the family last night and listening to them all.

a murmur -
a burst of mirth - you laugh.
A giggly boy or two; the
drone of you
mixed with monkey's bonding squeals
drift up the stairs; on sweet
paternal air.
Then a deep man's voice where
once a boy's ascended - mellow with
early manhood. Resonating;
capitulating - exclaims agreement.
And I see through gauze
made muddy by time
us five - still woven
warmly -

1 comment:

  1. Love it!! I had a very clear image in my head as I was reading.:-)


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