You hear me
Then heed me!
And other nights of his dinner
Hitting the wall.
To be picked up and eaten with fingers
Namm namm….
Two brothers would be wise enough to be offside
My sister and I instead too damn like him to cower
A younger one, God love her
Never concerned him enough to talk to
Nor to pick on
Just the odd stray snarl
Of the beast caged in dark bars
Our Mum always a target
Try not to antagonise him as he’d maybe pick on someone else
Seeing your family suffer being much worse than
Being under the Dull Stupid Bloody lash
Of his forked tongue
You damn fool
We were your kin
While you were digging out
All we wanted was that you dug in
When they dug the hole for your ashes
Who of us there could pray
‘Our Father who art in heaven…..’
That first line had us all stumped
But I know it’s either
‘Love or destruction’
In this life we do get to struggle and to choose
Wow!
Indeed Ankur!
Solid piece. Great lines and imagery:
“…the beast caged in dark bars”
“Being under the Dull Stupid Bloody lash
Of his forked tongue”
Cleanly written – weighty with feeling and insight.
Well done.
Cheers – Paul will be chuffed with your comments
Wow Jim. What a piece. This was really moving.
Cheers John – I think Paul has created something approaching genius with this.
Wow. That was beautifully written, Jim, and harrowing. Most moving.
Cheers Kate – one of Paul’s best
That has to be one of the most effective pieces I’ve read in a long time. So much is said, so eloquently without wasting words.
I would venture to say there are many who have been “stumped” by that line and appreciate this piece.
Thanks Michelle
Great work, Paul!
Thanks Amy
Beautifully done. Heartfelt, vivid imagery, and lovely prose. Well done, Paul!