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
- Hope Holds to Christ poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Одно из двух
- Ouija by Sylvia Plath
- Brothers poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Three Gentle Shepherds poem – Alexander Pope
- Олег Бундур – Ужин
- Жан де Лафонтен – Лев, сраженный Человеком
- Зинаида Александрова – Карманный фонарик
- Эмиль Верхарн – Звонарь
- Ribbons & Pearls by Timothy Cole
- Repentance poem – Ygor Noblott poems | Poetry Monster
- Николай Гумилев – Злобный гений, царь сомнений
- Someone Ate The Baby by Shel Silverstein
- Василий Тредиаковский – Невозможно быть довольным
- Insensibility by Wilfred Owen
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