Key Poem by Dom Moraes

Key

Rating: 4.7


Ground in the Victorian lock, stiff,
With difficulty screwed open,
To admit me to the seven mossed stairs
And the badly kept garden.

Who runs to me in memory
Through flowers destroyed by no love

But the child with brown hair and eyes,
Smudged all over with toffee?

I lick his cheeks. I bounce him in air.
Two bounces, he disappears.

Fifteen years later, he redescends,
Not as a postponed child, but a letter
Asking me for his father who now possesses
No garden, no home, not even any key.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 03 July 2020

Fifteen years later, he redescends, Not as a postponed child, but a letter Asking me for his father who now possesses No garden, no home, not even any key. A very fine, experiences. tony

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