La Porte de l'Enfer

[badger11]

successiva si prega di

 

 

We shuffle forward, two paces, puddles

pooling regret on the bleached floor;

in front my son, with fiery hair, skull and flame

dotted on his milky skin.

 

 

os gwelwch yn dda nesaf

 

 

Outside the incontinence of angels,

inside such heat!

Doors open with credit card fate,

my mum with umbrella scurries in.

 

 

næst skaltu

 

 

Two priests queue close-by, and I clasp

my ex's hand and almost breathe

in cider trees brimming with scent

and summer sin.

 

 

pwochen tanpri

 

 

Pimply kids scoop sweets from 'pick n' mix':

blue uppers for her, green dragons for him.

Dad grabs a bottle of scotch:

he's wearing Doc Martens and looks bone thin.

 

 

next please

 

 

I shed my clothes and look back,

through the tunnel,

to the garden,

where all endings begin.

[JoelJosol]

Interesting queue, with those on it, profiled.

[dcmarti1]

cider trees brimming with scent

and summer sin.

 

Mmmm, nice alliteration AND image. In fact, all the characters are visible.

 

But now, Mr. Badge, I can never post my poem called "Q". It is a tritina with the end words Kew, cue, and queue.

 

Maybe after the furor from yours. :)

[dr_con]

Brilliant Badge. Stark real and yet it imbues the ordinary with mythic depth. The last stanza is to my ear, perfect.

 

J

[badger11]

Thanks JJ, dcm, and Dr C.

 

The Q has gone, post on marti