Friday, June 26, 2015

MISTAKEN IDENTITY







MISTAKEN IDENTITY

The hand, that reaches out to a shoulder;
A shoulder, sparse of flesh and muscle now.
A shoulder, that pulled a plough once;
A shoulder, that nestled a spewing babe.
A shoulder, that cradled a new born lamb;
A shoulder, that bronzed with every turn of hay.
A shoulder, that held up a cart to fix a wheel.
A shoulder, soaked by family's tears;.
A shoulder, covered now in papery brown.
The hand, that reaches out....
Let it see the MAN.









Maureen Walsh  -  June 2015



Ciao for now!

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

SO GOOD TO SEE YOU





SO GOOD TO SEE YOU

So good to see you tonight....in one piece
I take no notice of the vermin tag
Silver stripes turning for once at the verge
To head for the anonymity of a hedgerow
Not hushed into death
By squashing rush of wheels
No crows feasting on a soggy door mat.



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Maureen Walsh - June 2015



Ciao for now!