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 Brave and the Love Flute by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- At Dawn poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Minneapolipstick by Rachel McKibbens
- love.html
- Adventures of King Robert the Bruce by William Topaz McGonagall
- To A Girl In A Garden by Sappho
- Carpe Diem by William Shakespeare
- Prelude to an Unwritten Masterpiece by Siegfried Sassoon
- Eudaemon
- In Transit by Satish Verma
- Sorrow’s Importunity poem – Alfred Austin
- The Fountain by William Wordsworth
- The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope
- Омар Хайям – Часть людей обольщается жизнью земной
- Ольга Берггольц – Два стихотворения дочерям
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