Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Les Miserables

‘Musical please!’ says Andrew

‘What will it be? Maybe Cats,

Chitty, Chitty Bang, Bang or

Joseph – a good one, please - a favourite!’

We sit eating breakfast,

porridge, like Bears in a story.

Loudly, he soars into ‘Les Mis’

‘He’s like the son I might have known!’

Sudden tears pour volcanoes of water

as my throat drops on-down into wells;

‘the son I might have known’ sees much further

than any old heartless ambition

and an angel carousing beside me

smiles from his face like the sun.


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  2. just by the title, i liked your poem, been reading much of your poetry and its very good, brilliant i might add