the thief of childhood innocence
took flight and abandoned three
soldier boy, one to admire
took himself to crude gallows
saviour, lover, mine to hold
mirror image of paternal root
loving me despite my faults
false guardian, motivated by greed
damaged product of ignored years
one mans ruination left unheard
You've managed to convey very much within this constricted format, Kath - but I would have picked this out as yours without a name - a potted version of your style.
I admire it. There is much suffering in there which you convey in a matter of fact way. It makes one feel.
Rachel Bond
Fri 4th Jun 2010 19:19
like this kath. again , your work intrigues me and i love the way you form each image with succulent words.
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Francine
Fri 4th Jun 2010 23:23
Sometimes hard to fathom that so many different people can impact your life in such a profound way...
Well written and moving Kath. x