Delighted that three poems about my late father from my pamphlet, ‘Beyond the Tune’, have found a new readership on the Good Dadhood site, thanks to Sharon Larkin. While you’re there, do check out poems by other poets in this project.
Suave and debonair
on the hallway mirror’s viewpoint.
Brylcreem-slick, that wayward quiff
has aspirations – think Rock Hudson, Tony Curtis.
Weathered jaw line, razor-tame, Old Spiced.
Laundered shirt, worn
open-necked with the signature cravat,
always paisley, burgundy on gold.
Daddy’s girl, my angle’s blind
to a thinning crown, the comb-over;
a weak heart under peacock swagger – and
you’re taller, somehow, out of overalls
in slacks with knife-edge creases down
to spit and polish; hands in pockets
weighing small change possibilities.
You shrug your shoulders
into a houndstooth blazer, square
the broken checks of green and cream;
leather buttons left undone, token casual.
My formative years in toughened hands:
our lifelines grafted, till you learn the art of letting go.
20 Park Drive
Not a classy street address
but those budget smokes he switched
from cardboard box to nickel case
on Thursday nights. He’d posture
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