Every day I see her there child by the chain link fence imagining friends and school games her mouth forming an O at the clouds as if they were breath-formed to shower the blighted with dreams dragons incinerating fences between a million small figures as time passes like wind over grass, blown green now brown, while the limitless sky watches unblinking.
dVerse Poetics #428, “Poetry as Witness”: Frank writes, “So tonight poets, let’s bear witness in our local neighbourhood.” I chose to write on the harm that is being done to our children during this time of enforced social isolation.
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Letter to No Lycidas
No Lycidas are you, my son, no watery bier nor desert grave holds you. But in the crisp of autumn air, your countenance lights a distant town, another’s home a place where you from me remain. Yet I wonder, pray one day I’ll see you striding back to see me here; that one day that old mailbox will find you on a daily chore or whether the woods beyond will gape to hear your lusty songs of praise to the God of miracles and a Son who freeing the soul from evil design heals faultless the sutures of the mind.