Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Twenty One Summers

You, 
Still beating in your mother's belly
When I first knew you


Now, when you walk in
All eyes follow 
Yours, the brightest eyes of all.


Wath the solemn Last Emperor,
And bright beach-skipper hunting mermaid's treasure


It was not the Gothic shores that changed you
Simply tick-tockc time
Your lims grew long, your heart restless
To be tested.


Dazzled and deceived by perfect friends
Your eyes shed diamond tears
Richter-scale aftershcok then, when
The lughter of the tatty old eagle stopped
Us all in our tracks




In your twenty one summer
I number the years of my disguise as a grown-up