Braille
written by: Stephen Kingsnorth
A bumpy road to navigate,
to let your feelings trace the route,
the pauses, stops, then off again,
along the lines you’ve gone before.
You’ve learnt to read the signs laid out,
like giant atlas on the lap,
when others have an A to Z,
and flick through pages casually
whenever they think that they’re lost.
At least you can read in the dark,
not with a torch and one ear cocked,
but like detective, scene of crime –
it’s yours to find, finger-tip search.
Unlike parades through ticker-tape,
election booths with hanging chads,
or punching tickets in the face,
you have impressionistic art
within your hands.
A treasure trove.
Stephen Kingsnorth, retired to Wales, UK from ministry in the Methodist Church with Parkinson’s Disease, has had some 300 pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies.
Latest posts by Stephen Kingsnorth (see all)
- Lengths for Width - September 21, 2023
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