Later Sammy Silently Disappeared with His Airforce Father
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
I want to return to the shadows,
and from the shadows to the flower.
Are you going, fragrance?
Go!
~ Lorca, “Return” (“Recodo”)
We sat beneath a Turk’s Cap shrub inside
The schoolyard fence. We did not know that light
And shade are life. We went there just to hide
From ordinary stuff, the sports, the blight
Of everything but myth. We knew the love
That children know without some scarlet sex.
The boy and girl and I with sun above
Sucked tongue-drop nectar far removed from hex.
That Brian and that Alice, and, yes, I
Sucked sweetness in the mottled shade that sun
And leaves supplied (the petals, closed and sly),
While Sammy elsewhere hit a high homerun.
He thought he was the hero, but we three
Found peace inside our bloom and green marquee.
~ Phillp Whidden
by phillipw | Jul 23, 2024 | FR, HI, IN, NE, PU, SO, SP, TU |