My Father’s Hats
by Mark Irwin
Sunday mornings I would reach
high into his dark closet while standing
on a chair and tiptoeing reach
higher, touching, sometimes fumbling
the soft crowns and imagine
I was in a forest, wind hymning
through pines, where the musky scent
of rain clinging to damp earth was
his scent I loved, lingering on
bands, leather, and on the inner silk
crowns where I would smell his
hair and almost think I was being
held, or climbing a tree, touching
the yellow fruit, leaves whose scent
was that of clove in the godsome
air, as now, thinking of his fabulous
sleep, I stand on this canyon floor
and watch light slowly close
on water I can’t be sure is there.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Robert Burns: On Commissary Goldie’s Brains:
- You Say You Love poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: Logan Braes:
- Song—Beware o’ Bonie Ann by Robert Burns
- The Ancient Deception by Rixa White
- The Allies poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Times Are Nightfall poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Spinster by Sylvia Plath
- Intorduction to the Songs of Experience by William Blake
- Paying The Captain by Russell Edson
- Diving Deep by Pawan Kumar
- Botanically by Satish Verma
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Смерть
- Contradictions poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ольга Седакова – Азаровка
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