Untidy Paper

Posted under Spiritual Poetry by Paul Summerscales

Mispelt words
crawl across untidy paper
small sentences
big feelings
they fell
like me
out of favour .
The red phone box
and its bell
I’d run pulling up my socks
other kids giving me hell
the poplars that did waver
memories like a spell
they spelt my unsavour .
The black car
that came from afar
my joy
to see it
a boy
I’d touch just
to feel it .
But it didn’t stay
it was there only
for a day
the car
then floated past a star
back away
out of my reach
to no play once again
tears replaced the blood
in my veins
as I sat faced by more of the same
my mispelt words
my untidy paper
why the bitterness
why the unsavour .
my mam I missed
as the polars would waver
letters I would kiss
sealed by her flavour .

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