(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'Object D'Art

As easily
as a child's mobile

my great whale skeleton
hangs above your head.

My bones
now a museum piece.

My death
your Art.

I hover
in the air

above your gaze

remember the depths
diving deeper.

My shadow swims
in memory

my shadow
swimming through you

as I exist
in another dimension

beyond this

where all is
sea & sunlight

sunlight
& sea

my mother
calling me.

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Comments (1)

A poignant and evocative exploration of childhood perhaps, or the dream of a happier tomorrow? Your delivery is crisp and understated. Your words land softly. Excellent poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥