21st August 2011

 

 

It’s been ages since I posted a poem on ‘Heckle’. Too long. This is for my daughter’s 21st. It’s very much a first draft.

21st August 2011

                    *

In 21 minutes we could have steered

a narrow-boat through Saddington Tunnel

there and back, the time it takes us to walk across the top,

there and back, looking down the Grand Union.

At least 21 leaves on each branch of each tree,

are ochre, or rust and not green.

Our shadows stretch taller on the towpath,

 let’s say 21 inches a piece,

and the heat is 21 degrees, maybe hotter,

 though more autumn than summer.

                  *

The years, 21, each like a ghost,

butt in for attention.

Lit candles blown out by the wind

on your birthday weekend,

(starting on Thursday in Sheffield,

ending in Leicester on Sunday)

were re-lit by your mates.

21 candles. Stuck into deep chocolate icing.

More than 21 bottles going for recycling.

Young in your year you’re the last.

Go Derry! Your uni mates holla

and clap, but the flames

wouldn’t let you blow them out,

as if they didn’t want the party to end.

 

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s