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
- The Only One I Can’t Live Without, Its You by Miraj Patel
- The Welshnut Tree by William Barnes
- “Call Not The Royal Swede Unfortunate” by William Wordsworth
- Zoo-Keeper’s Wife by Sylvia Plath
- Song Of A Dream by Sarojini Naidu
- In Memory of a Child by Vachel Lindsay
- The New House A-Gettèn’ Wold by William Barnes
- Her smile by Vladimir Marku
- Иван Дмитриев – Сверчки
- Алишер Навои – То не заросли тюльпанов
- Standardization
- Fickle Fortune: A Fragment by Robert Burns
- Death In Exile by Satish Verma
- Наум Коржавин – Неужели птицы пели
- The Evening Light poem – Alfred Austin
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