The Prose of my Life

I spent time over Christmas detailing my genealogy, digging out dates and places, with one of my sons. Which, of course, set me looking back and remembering. The result is a potted autobiography, great fun to write …

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THE PROSE OF MY LIFE

sentences of Teynham                                   
strung through paragraphs
of Shrewsbury    home
and school separated
by period   or line-break
of trains and stations
where I wept and laughed

the occasional comma
of half-term or illness
then a short Maidstone chapter

part 2 titled Canada                                          
with Ancaster    Ottawa
in carefully parsed phrases
then a long sentence
that became the West Coast where
the book ends if it weren’t
for the Saskatchewan
short story with exclamations
dance on a bridge
and one last word     Pacific

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A Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes