Cromarty, Forth and Tyne
back living with my father
the year away a fading memory
the years ahead planned
with youthful purpose.
Work for a year, then art school
drawing nudes into the night
when the family have gone to bed
and have no course to object
to the swish of dresses falling on the floor
or the whisper of a stocking at half mast.
A Book at Bedtime in the background
soft music on the radio,
The Shipping Forecast
with Dogger, Shannon and Tyne
distant places where night howls with fury
like my father
when he views the tangle of limbs in the morning.
© Rachel Green 2016