October 21st 1966




50 years

 

We learned about the 5ws in primary

Before

When we laughed 

As we should

And we held hands and skipped

And kicked a ball in the alley

Tween your house and mine.

 

Mine.

Miners

Minors 

 

 

 

And,

 

Ever since

 

Those 5ws

Have slowly been hauled about.

Becoming a frozen child at my hip

A demanding grizzly burden

Of your restless Unfulfilleds

 

The hours lost to the pondering

Of how me?

 

That particulat w I always questioned 

 

Even Before

 

The abstract idea of teaching a child 

That a "w" is in fact an "h"

Just doesnt make sense

 

Almost as surreal as thinking that children

Dont feel grief 

Or have burning questions

That eat them

Like a mountain can swallow schools

And leave a scar on a community

Or a hip

 

So, Ever Since

 

I look on my aging skin

Above that hip

Your names are tattoed in guilt 

 

In ink the colour of open wounds

Underlined in those Unfulfilleds 

 

Those turgid mind games pestering us survivors

At every birthday or,

celebration when your abscence fills the room

 

Who - would you have grown to be?

What - would I say if I had the chance?

When - will it be over?

How - did this happen?

Why - consistent. Why was I allowed to live?

 

Where- this one is played in minor chords 

Of children stuck indoors

 

This name knocks on my door

It is there in the morning sky

And in the music of the river

 

It is staring at me from my cereal bowl

And loitering in the coffee shop

 

It hangs on my Sunday suit

And stretches along the sun's fingers

As they reach over the mountain top

 

And the birds know the name

As they call dawn and dusk 

 

Aberfan.

Aberfan.

Aberfan.

 





Poetry by LFD3
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Written on 2016-10-11 at 23:03

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
This brings honesty of a life lived fully with all its hopes and dreams and then the realities of living, not in dreams, but in wide awake life. It has pain and sorrow but still hope remains. As it is with children and mothers or fathers who love unconditionally, eternally.

That is where it touches me.
2016-10-24



This is amazing. I'm definitely going to come back to it again and again. There is something so intimate in this. Yes, I too wondered why how was a w when I was younger, but I never asked, like you have so artfully done. And so much more.
2016-10-15