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
- Kyrenaikos
- Pagett, M.P. by Rudyard Kipling
- E.P. Ode Pour L’election De Son Sepulchre poem – Ezra Pound poems
- The Night poem – Alexander Pushkin
- The Second Voyage by Rudyard Kipling
- The Basset-Table : An Eclogue poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Наум Коржавин – От судьбы никуда не уйти
- The Hymn poem – John Milton poems
- The Rose Of Battle by William Butler Yeats
- America To Great Britain by Washington Allston
- 3 Fun Ways to Stimulate Creative Thinking
- So Small, So Vital
- September 1, 1802 by William Wordsworth
- Ольга Седакова – Памяти поэта
- Number 1 by Raj Arumugam
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