Poetic Hours Online Autumn 2008 |
Heather Walker |
Oxford Early morning mist lies in waiting the wisps drifting across cropped lawns shining with dew-tears ready to trap the unwary who briefly fall in love until the squirrel-quick sunlight bursts fade away. And noon comes. Billy Killed by car, coming home from school. We brought Billy briefly back to life over the white tablecloth of the empty dining-room, where waiters polished spoons. Billy in blue from the big family from one of the farm cottages lying, dying by the kerb, with blood coming out of his ear. Us curious children, now noisy then silent still in the school-bus which Billy had just left to run home across the road with his brothers. Return now in dreams down the muddy track from our house to the cottages never getting there. The waiter brings the menu, what shall we choose? |
