SONNET FOR WILLOW
Words weary and flaccid forms, forced in metre
Folding themselves upon themselves and time
Following foot by foot much fleeter feet,
Seeking tired rhyme to find my loves sweet child.
A grinding of knees slows my Autumn years
Where once, oiled by sweat, Springs neat ankles danced.
A mind abraded, dusts my Winter fears:
Breathless and deaf where once your Summers sang.
Without leg’s dance, ears to hear, lungs to sing,
Despite Destiny’s distance; prised apart;
My pen sculpts lines leaping landscape to bring
Again youth’s playful chase through light and dark.
So my love, let our love play hide and seek,
And to ageless words give our love to keep.
Folding themselves upon themselves and time
Following foot by foot much fleeter feet,
Seeking tired rhyme to find my loves sweet child.
A grinding of knees slows my Autumn years
Where once, oiled by sweat, Springs neat ankles danced.
A mind abraded, dusts my Winter fears:
Breathless and deaf where once your Summers sang.
Without leg’s dance, ears to hear, lungs to sing,
Despite Destiny’s distance; prised apart;
My pen sculpts lines leaping landscape to bring
Again youth’s playful chase through light and dark.
So my love, let our love play hide and seek,
And to ageless words give our love to keep.
Daddy. Christmas 1998.
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