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 Delibash poem – Alexander Pushkin
- On Being Brought from Africa to America by Phillis Wheatley
- The Pulling Away by Timothy Cole
- Recipe For A Hippopotamus Sandwich by Shel Silverstein
- on the edge of the seat by Raj Arumugam
- First Verse
- Нина Воронель – Московский день
- Primrose by Patrick Kavanagh
- Gentlmen-Rankers by Rudyard Kipling
- Lately our poets by Walter Savage Landor
- The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt) poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Singer in the Prison, The. by Walt Whitman
- Sunflowers by Martin Willitts Jr.
- A Thanksgiving to God for His House by Robert Herrick
- Corinna, from Athens, to Tanagra by Walter Savage Landor
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