Angela Topping

Rookie (2 October 1954 / Widnes, Cheshire)

Final Examination - Poem by Angela Topping

im. my father 1911-1978

Finals: the shining room,
measuring rows of desks.
Among pens and rulers, polo mints,
my sprig of rosemary curled.
Ancient Greeks would thread it
in their hair to sharpen wits.
I bruised the sword-shaped leaves,
began to write.

Now, in a hushed and darkened room,
you're tricked out in your best;
a box lined with satin - the blue
of rosemary in bloom. The herb
Remembrance is squeezed to cast
into your coffin, its green tongues
to writhe and shrivel in your flame.

As if I could forget... who wait
for the boom of your voice, the weight
of your tread, who quicken always
at some flat-capped grey head,
broad back, deliberate pace
still going somewhere, testing me,
holding all the answers now.

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  • (2/15/2005 7:49:00 PM)

    my favorite part were your descriptions of the rosemary, at each spot it adds a cetain element to the peice (Report) Reply

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