He spoke softly to you;
coaxed eyelids fall shut.
I go outside for some air;
seek solace, such as it is,
in a nicotine stick. Wrap
my scarf around my neck.
It clashes with my coat;
the one you made me
nearly twenty years ago
for my seventh birthday.
The one with that hole
where you dropped a stitch.
I looked for it for an age
on my hands and my knees,
way beneath your settee
in a ‘hobgoblin’s lair’...
Until you ruffled my hair –
said, “Supper’s ready,”
and you blew on my chips;
told me, “Slow down –
they’re hot!” Right now, how
I long for your breath; if only
to mute the silence.

Comments
sonora | January 26, 2011 - 12:41
Just beautiful, particularly the last couple of lines. Brings back my father's death. In a good way :o]
Silver Spun Sand | January 26, 2011 - 12:52
Thanks, so much, sonora. And I'm sorry about your father, but I'm heartened to know it was evocative in a nice way.
Tina
ScoZen | January 26, 2011 - 16:07
ScoZen
A hello to you Sand lady.
I liked this, but, once you drop a stich you will never find it.
And to say I had fish & chips on the beach last night.
Regards
skinner_jennifer | January 26, 2011 - 16:52
Hi Tina,
I just loved the lines:-
I looked for it for an age
on my hands and knees,
way beneath the settee
in a 'hobgoblin's lair'...
reminded me of when I was young, I used to hide
things in strange places, then find them years
later.
This was a great read, thanks.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | January 26, 2011 - 17:06
Hi there, ScoZen...and you're dead right about that stitch, but then one in time saves nine;-)
And there you go again, making us all envious...Eating fish and chips on the beach. Who wants to do that anyway?;-)
Warm regards
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | January 26, 2011 - 17:06
Thanks, Jenny. It's exciting when you find them though, isn't it?
Tina;-)
JoseHdz | January 26, 2011 - 18:54
great poem; great ending. congrats on the cherry.
cheers,
jose.
Silver Spun Sand | January 26, 2011 - 19:19
Many thanks, Jose;-)
Tina
Beeme | January 26, 2011 - 21:44
Breath-taking last lines, this is so beautifully crafted Tina :) Every little detail is there. I really enjoyed.
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | January 26, 2011 - 22:03
What a lovely comment, Beeme. I am so pleased you liked it. Thank you;-)
Tina xx
Cavalcaderl | January 26, 2011 - 22:25
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Really lovely poem so well
grafted to-gether especially
chips with dad like you we'd
eate half going along the road.
Memories. In a paper cone then.
Not many left.
Have a good week-end.
Just been treated to the film "The
King's Speech" daughter brilliant film
I had few tears. Then she got me new boots!
So lucky
Congrats: on the cherry
julie xx
fatboy74 | January 26, 2011 - 22:31
I love the shifts in time and the delicate detail of this which makes it all the more poignant. Another excellent poem Tina. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | January 26, 2011 - 23:56
Oh, Julie, I'm so envious. I'm dying to see that film, as I am secretly in love with Colin Firth;-)
Anyway...back to business; glad you enjoyed the poem and thanks for your lovely comment.
Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | January 27, 2011 - 00:01
So pleased you noticed the subtleties, fb, as always. And thanks, so very much.
Tina;-)
seashore | January 27, 2011 - 05:25
Lovely poem, Tina.
Silver Spun Sand | January 27, 2011 - 08:43
Coral, glad you thought so, and even more pleased you took time out to tell me so;-)
Tina
Cavalcaderl | January 27, 2011 - 11:30
New Silver-Spun-Sand
Hi! first sorry been looking
on AbcTales Magazine number 19
see photo of you very good. As Ray's
not run them of to look as usual quite
a lot. I won't tell you about the film
spoil it up for 12 awards. But I think
you and I sensitive may need some tissues.
I hadn't heard of "Colin Firth" till film
I won't let your secret out ah! ah! I thought
"Jeremy Iron's um um in. No Anthony Andrews.
I saw "Jeremy Iron's got of train right in front
of me stub out fag, wow! smiled and jumped on another train, not sure if I jumped on train to look
and get off quick. Ray taken me then British Rail do,
wives never went. Well did get pair exspensive boots
daughter ot pair and she treated me wow! from loosing job etc; I usually go £10 look.These special
brand for feet, had to put on says on bus,scared walk home,never wear heel there wedges and fur tops,
ooh! lah" lah" I should grow up never will shops fun now. Hope your well. "Frankie Vaughan" crushes our times. and so on.They are bringing out new drugs US and Russia have, in few months here MS. No one knows
what life has around the corner do they.
have a nice week-end.
take care getting lighter.
julie xx
barryj1 | January 29, 2011 - 00:59
I, too, was going to list all the luscious lines in this poem that jumped right off the page at me, but the others beat me to it. This poem tells a first rate story, which is all that really matters. Beautiful piece of creative fiction!
Silver Spun Sand | January 29, 2011 - 13:40
Thanks for that, barry. We aim to please;-)
Tina