I think perhaps not everyone in this poem gets a happy ending. Although I might have to look up what other people think a happy ending is too, as it might be my idea of one is subtly different :)
At the gates A nod to me, recognition, and they take the boy away. Whatever enemy he is, standing at their gates, he is now gone. I look around, inhaling perfume and remembering this garden… And then I remember why I left, why I had gone.
I was sure I'd posted this yesterday, but the blog is saying there are no comments here -- I hope I haven't posted it on the wrong day without noticing what I was doing!
At the gates A nod to me, recognition, and they take the boy away. Whatever enemy he is, standing at their gates, he is now gone. I look around, inhaling perfume and remembering this garden… And then I remember why I left, why I had gone.
I think perhaps not everyone in this poem gets a happy ending. Although I might have to look up what other people think a happy ending is too, as it might be my idea of one is subtly different :)
ReplyDeleteAt the gates
A nod to me, recognition, and they take the boy away.
Whatever enemy he is, standing at their gates, he is now gone.
I look around, inhaling perfume and remembering this garden…
And then I remember why I left, why I had gone.
I was sure I'd posted this yesterday, but the blog is saying there are no comments here -- I hope I haven't posted it on the wrong day without noticing what I was doing!
ReplyDeleteAt the gates
A nod to me, recognition, and they take the boy away.
Whatever enemy he is, standing at their gates, he is now gone.
I look around, inhaling perfume and remembering this garden…
And then I remember why I left, why I had gone.
Greg - I shall have a look at the comments page in my dashboard to see if I can find it. Might be the spam thing again, but I certainly hope not.
ReplyDeleteBah! That last line better be explained, or at least begun to be explained, next Saturday. Bah, I say.