FROGMORE POETRY PRIZE 2014
for Colin, 5 Feb 1960 –
the heat, the weight of water,
I asked you and you bore it
like a rugby ball, green and mottled, carried
in the crook of your arm
as you dodged the market sellers –
a thousand jostling eyes glinting
in the white glare of noon; a sea
of turquoise scarves shimmering in the dazzle.
Sweat-drenched, you lugged it
heavy as a boulder
up the hill to the dolmus
where you balanced your precious cargo
like a child on your lap.
You came to me
bearing gifts of fruit; figs, cherries
and this water melon –
hard as an ordeal, soft as flesh.
Oh, what we do for each other!
The burdens we bear
and everything we hold.
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