A WIND OF HOPE

Here and now,
hanging loose along a wall
scented geraniums, green and tangled:
distant heartaches, green and tangled

Far behind her eyes
her mind flutters in the wind of her hopes
like tomorrow's washing.

Seasonless, the rain
is a prophet, not of Spring, nor of Autumn
but of tears.

Nearby heartaches, green and tangled:
scented geraniums, green and tangled
hanging loose along a wall,
there and then.

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Cover picture : http://www.flickr.com/photos/7911705@N07/2210384045/

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Written for my mother as a kind of reply to her poem - though sadly I didn't see it until after her death:

Dimpled hands clutching at my heart-strings
Now grown big, creeps beneath my elbow
Guiding me through life’s highways

Remember, son, I love you well
So remember me in the dead of night
As we went hand in hand through life

Now they are gone and in their place
Nothing but despair: but, at least,
There are marks to show that I passed through