The Hazel Riley Project
POEMS 2 Love (C)
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Molly 1989-27/4/2006
Traces in philosophy signify absence lack but your traces revealed in the unexpected ray of sunshine are gifts ‘I’m still here’ you tell me ‘I love you’ I say to the dull patch where you often sat I swore I’d never wash away your paw print but ‘no,’ you tell me, ‘my prints are everywhere’ and will remain like Songlines all the steps we shared in the dance of life forever there 29/4/06 (C) |
My Parents (C)
My parents loved to dance My mother, survived by her dance shoes, silver and deep blue, many strapped, with one tiny buckle… My father’s were shinier well polished, with soles that slipped effortlessly across any floor into a world without fear where music erased the sounds of war… My father, always smiling, led her onto the floor… She followed, counting out the steps, forward… back… back… forward… a staccato voice in her head |
My father (C)
My father, a sun worshipper, with his own rituals, the only time he was still, wasn’t washing dishes, redecorating, upcycling… Prone on the sand oblivious to the siren song of the sea defying the east wind, ‘Not cold, fresh’ he said, time and time again My father, a gambler, who only bet on long shots always generous with his winnings always ready for when his ship came in. |
