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Slender is the always smiling child
Trying to outwit the mean and tired,
Day after day, knocking on your door
The weight of the sledge bled my miniature paws

Teasing the curtain, I knew you saw
Never turning but slicing me like bread,
I was only a child, quick eyed, timid and shy

After minutes and minutes
He appeared in the glass like ice-cream in a bowl
You threw him out
Go and play, little boy
I didnít care
He didnít know your contemptuous smell

Tired Bushmills lounging around your porch,
Brewery stench trampled into that garden
As if one joyful night you danced
Pronouncing your pleasure at
Tripping, falling, smashing your head
Bleeding, crying a childís name,
Not a doctor

Running through the gate
Rickety ancient like Roman burials
It didnít close
Bang, bang
Half way down the lane, bang, bang
Keep running, keep running
Childhood whispers, forgotten reality,
Pressures of days dispersed and waved goodbye

Sun glaring and running through streets, up hills,
Little girl and little boy,
Two years apart,
Ten years in wisdom between his eye and mine
You beat his forgetting to soften the blow
I saw, he didnít - something kept his smile

The stream, babbling, talking to the land
Meandering through everything and everyone
Who happened beyond their confines
Little rods, fishy delights, teasingly worm hungry
Dangled feet and tepid toe dipping,
Echoes of dreams and laughter,
Childlike delights throughout the vale

Six thirty pm, play time disappeared into the curtain,
Past my house,
Where my mother knows
She cries
She canít protect what is not hers
Through that gate
I can hear the banging nightmares of that gate,
Of mine and yours - the day gone bye
Will we play tomorrow?


------
C.lynagh


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The following comments are for "His gate"
by C.Lynagh

feeling winded
having just read this, and read it again to make sure I read it right... so compellingly and convincingly drawn from the perspective of the child-witness, it left me short of breath, for reasons both personal and poetic... the simplicity of the last line, and the heaviness of its implications were... were just "oh".

I felt this.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: September 19, 2007 )





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