McCarthys Road


At McCarthys Road
There is a tree
Swathed in hasty
Sellotape
And withered stalks of
Remembrance
Long taken from water

A tree I had climbed
In 1985
Just to feel the breeze
And the gentle thrill of fear
And the skinlike touch
Of its stalwart limbs

At McCarthys Road
There is a tree
Of photographs
Aged by passing suns
Fleeting rains
Dust and stone
Of road

So that you cannot make out
The names
Only the halves of hearts
And pieces of words -

OV
ISS
EVA


#napowrimo 2013 poem number 11

© Brendan Bonsack
April 2013