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Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Under the Myrtle Tree

A bespoke free verse piece, written for submission in a poetic anthology for a terminally ill young man. Whilst unsuccessful in making the shortlist, I am pleased that I was able to contribute to the process and best wishes go to SYP in their work.

The poem reflects on a mother revisiting a peaceful environment where she used to spend time together with her late son.



Under The Myrtle Tree


Sitting like butter wouldn’t melt

but of course in this heat it would

not be shocking

pink

that warmed me.

 

I’ll lie here with you,

pretend you’re blossoming

as she dares to unfurl

crepe paper hands,

creased with old laughs.

 

Meet me here again

before her fists clench

and sepals wilt,

let me find you

in familiar shadows.





© Nigel Pamenter 2013
The right of Nigel Pamenter to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved.