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After thoughts on Felix
His nails were proud, aqualine,
his hands leather brown
as though wearing gloves
frosty nights and July sun
to cure his skin to hide
searching in the cardboard case,
cotton reels and thimbles;
it was the buttons mother bought
stitched to a blue-white card,
pyjama jackets,shirts for school,
mangled every week until they bent....
or the soda in the water
which ever was the first!
Sometimes Mam would say
there was nothing she needed
offering a penny “No” he'd say
scrabble in his case..........
Hands leather brown
as though wearing gloves
frosty nights and July sun
to cure his skin to hide
proud nails, aquiline and strong
seaching in the card board case
cotton reels and thimbles
a toy for me . . . . . . . .
no charity for Felix
his hands leather brown
as though wearing gloves
frosty nights and July sun
to cure his skin to hide
searching in the cardboard case,
cotton reels and thimbles;
it was the buttons mother bought
stitched to a blue-white card,
pyjama jackets,shirts for school,
mangled every week until they bent....
or the soda in the water
which ever was the first!
Sometimes Mam would say
there was nothing she needed
offering a penny “No” he'd say
scrabble in his case..........
Hands leather brown
as though wearing gloves
frosty nights and July sun
to cure his skin to hide
proud nails, aquiline and strong
seaching in the card board case
cotton reels and thimbles
a toy for me . . . . . . . .
no charity for Felix
Published 28th Apr 2013
| Edited 14th Feb 2016
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28th Apr 2013 8:53am
I thought that was a clever desciptive write and enjoyed it. It has class like the old man in it.
28th Apr 2013 9:00am
Thankyou SuiGen This man lived. There is another long poem in my collection dedicated to him called 'Felix'One of the first poems I wrote many years ago.
