Free verse № 135879
Memoirs of a miners son
Anvil eyed my Father glanced at me
"dress me well for Karen he said".
He drew his breaths like a 'Davy lamp'
As I brushed his hair with still hands.
This man would leave for work golden
And return a shadow who left my lips black
reading me Whitman as I slept
and living poetry each day I woke.
My Father was Sicilian
The miners called him Brando
My Mother called him Darling
And I just called for him
And he'd always return to me
With something carved from coal.
He had no last words for me
Just a smile and a squeeze of my hand
And then he was twenty three again
In a Daimler with Karen
Driving to Loch Lomond
With forty two shillings
Two smiles and two rings
And her Fathers wrath.
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instead of heroes sword?
Its a draft for sure but thanks cldtrucky
Memoirs of a miner's son
Anvil-eyed, my Father glanced at me.
"Dress me well for Karen", he said.
He drew his breaths like a hero's sword
As I brushed his hair with still hands.
This man would leave for work golden
And return a shadow who left my lips black,
reading me Whitman as I slept
and living poetry each day I woke.
My Father was Sicilian;
The miners called him Brando,
My Mother called him Darling,
And I just called for him.
And he'd always return to me
With something carved from coal.
He had no last words for me,
Just a smile and a squeeze of my hand,
And then he was twenty three again
In a Daimler with Karen,
Driving to Loch Lomond
With forty two shillings,
Two smiles and two rings,
And her Father's wrath.
Good. All-around good.
very excellent.
I think its better than heroes sword.
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