Me and Father Tomlin

Me and Father Tomlin slayed the burly beast

Then sat and drank over shared embrace

Of our after-Sunday feat

Me and Father Tomlin sat silent in the pub

The sultry day had sapped our strength

And left our heads in shapes

We sat and thought for the breeze and the sun

In time we forgot, but that day we did not

In rapt-away reticence

I can’t forget what wasn’t said that sunny afternoon

Might we have talked of things in tatters

Of crimson former glory

Let fire burn across the hearth

Let conversation ring

And shout and shuffle for Mary in heaven

Or sing for Satan below

With time and space to here and now

I can’t ever know

I saw Father Tomlin on the road yesterday

He smiled and waved, I swung my speech

To ask him of the beast

He fell to a grin at the thought of the tale

‘What brilliant time, I remember the fire

Simply in flowers’, he said

But I don’t remember flowers

Or a fast-burning fire

What memory finds to forget

I grinned to be fickle

And fell into thought

Forgetting what just was said

Reviews

[LazerRays]

This is really good, a mix of story but yet graceful. Nice! :)