This is a blog of poems written by A H Mills, who currently lives on Boracay in the Philippines. Curated & uploaded by one of his daughters because, although he can email, he can't comprehend how to blog. Please leave any comments or suggestions you have here, I'll be sure to let my Dad know.
Tuesday, 12 March 2013
Mirror of the Son
Open sweated palmed hand, outstretched
Suctioned, still, against the joined spread-eagled fingers
Echoed in a flaking silver apparition of fear
Waiting for memory’s blood to smear reflections
Of a younger day of vivid green wet grass
Bending alongside child-like songs, meandering
In a meadow where satanic birds with curled talons
Seek the weak, oblivious to death’s closing shadows
Smash the frail mirror that laughs through glass
Release the shards of forgotten murmuring dreams
Time-warped in the Son’s ageing mirror
Harry Mills
Boracay Island, Philippines
1st January 2013
Dedicated to Harry, my Son
From : Departure Lounge
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Hi,
ReplyDeleteI'm an 'old' work colleague back in the 80s - film work then. Did the R2D2 advert with your Dad.
Sent email to your Dad - Is he OK after the Typhoon?
Let me know via johnf01756@gmai.com
Thanks,
John (Ferguson)