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 Hosts
- Past and Present by Thomas Hood
- Last Words by Sylvia Plath
- Николай Гумилев – Крыса
- Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Солоухин – Тропа нацелена в звезду
- Николай Заболоцкий – Как мыши с котом воевали
- Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem by William Shakespeare
- April Is The Saddest Month by William Carlos Williams
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: The Prelude poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Victory by Shahida Latif
- Gwaïn To Brookwell by William Barnes
- Genesis by Vachel Lindsay
- On The City Wall
- Doomes-Day: The Second Houre by William Alexander
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