Are you going to Scarborough Fair?A Poem by Jeremy Baker
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Time to move on, methinks, merrily
and without melancholy. The memories
that remain, you can keep.
So much gospel truth now turns and tears
apart the origins of my life.
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
If there were a remedy, antidote or
treatment for you, I would not ingest it.
You are poisonous, venomous like the taipan,
though it is guided by instinct for survival;
you seek to soil and profane and contaminate.
Remember me to the one who lived there
My mother died too soon in life, but
only now am I glad. She fled and escaped
what we must endure. I wish I had died with her.
No. I take that back:
I wish you had died instead.
She once was a true love of mine
My mother knew and lived love; you lied.
My longing was to be a young version of you,
a good son, to make you proud, always your boy.
That can never be now - how does one excise their parentage?
I am fatherless, fearful and frightened of the future.
© 2011 Jeremy Baker
Shelved in 8 LibrariesAdded on November 25, 2011
Last Updated on November 25, 2011
Busselton, South West, Australia
AboutI'm a former English & Literature teacher who has always enjoyed the magic, power and simple romance of words well written. My favourite writers include Pablo Neruda, Liam O'Flaherty, Anthony Eaton.. more..
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