Sport 40: 2012
In the corner of my mind, a boy
In the corner of my mind, a boy
This morning watching people in the street
I remembered the book I’d forgotten to write—
The Boy Who Lived In A Wardrobe
which I promptly changed to
The Boy in the Wardrobe, this meant
it could be flash fiction as living implies
a day’s activities which in the case of the boy
would normally be kicking a ball
around the overgrown tennis court, or finding
a lost bird in the hedge
then there is the business of eating, licking fingers
washing and scrubbed knees all of which
are impractical in the dim wardrobe smelling
of furs and the indecision of shoes
and though I can present the child however
I wish a chance encounter might be best
say, a glimpse through a key hole
to where a small boy sits
playing with his fingers in what would be
my parent’s wardrobe, the cotton dresses
falling on his shoulders
my father’s trousers a stack of chimneys
which brings me back to the parade of people—
how they walk towards deeds
they never knew they had within them