My Father’s Hats
by Mark Irwin
Sunday mornings I would reach
high into his dark closet while standing
on a chair and tiptoeing reach
higher, touching, sometimes fumbling
the soft crowns and imagine
I was in a forest, wind hymning
through pines, where the musky scent
of rain clinging to damp earth was
his scent I loved, lingering on
bands, leather, and on the inner silk
crowns where I would smell his
hair and almost think I was being
held, or climbing a tree, touching
the yellow fruit, leaves whose scent
was that of clove in the godsome
air, as now, thinking of his fabulous
sleep, I stand on this canyon floor
and watch light slowly close
on water I can’t be sure is there.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Nymph Complaining For The Death Of Her Faun poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Oh Stay At Home, My Lad poem – A. E. Housman
- Upon An Eunuch; A Poet. Fragment poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Song poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Иван Бунин – Никогда вы не воскреснете, не встанете
- Ярослав Смеляков – Шинель
- Владимир Маяковский – Славянский вопрос-то решается просто
- you witness my dying by Raj Arumugam
- Our Whole Life
- Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites by William Butler Yeats
- The Beautiful Heartbreak by Talha Jafri
- Hope for a New World by Raj Napal
- Telephone Conversation by Wole Soyinka
- I Went Down into the Desert by Vachel Lindsay
- The Clasp by Sharon Olds
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