Hong Kong harbour 1979 |
sitting
high and mighty on my dad’s shoulder
age
5, punished shamed in the middle of the classroom
seeing
my baby brother at the hospital, my father saying What big feet!
wondering if that was
polite
bursting
the biggest bubbles with a finger
an
American accent on the black telephone then being sent upstairs
my
first sight of rubber flip-flops on deck at Aden
tumbling
about, feeling green, in a plane in a Taiwan sky
the
humid diesel home-smell of the harbour
the
Bolton miner’s son at the university disco
my
father asking: Does university teach you to
be ladylike?
the
brass band broadcasting our anti-Gulf War demo
my
blistered feet squeezed tight into cheap boots on high moors
the
rock-hard gentle brother’s voice at the door
my
son taking his first steps for the childminder
my
mother’s cold forehead never to be warm again
a chrysanthemum orgasm spent
Starting with a prompt of 'I remember' and a list, this is today's draft poem for my April poem a day challenge, inspired by NaPoWriMo.
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