Michael Shepherd Childhood Poems

! Childhood

At the height of sun-pressed summer
the tar on the seaside pavement
stuck to the Start-Rite sandals
with a sound like half-dried glue.

If I don't
go and
when I need to

! Childhood Circles Around

The sharp, irregular knock of wooden
brush’s shoulder against skirting-board,
punctuated with the lighter tap
of brush on pan, the contents neatly