MY GRANDFATHER'S TATTOO Poem by Deryn Rees-Jones

MY GRANDFATHER'S TATTOO



On sunny days, his shirtsleeves rolled
he'd cover with a sticking plaster
like the wound of Welsh he wouldn't give his children
the blue-green inks of anchorage, the shame.

Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: children,grandfather,green
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