Poetry

Dream Visit

In the dream

he leads me

a schoolboy

excitedly

along

narrow

1970s streets

to a bookstore

near the school

he taught at

showing me

rare editions

of classic books.

We browse

together

in a communion

that never

existed

in real life.

How strange

how sad

this visit

from a father

long dead

as if to seek

that bond

we wished

we’d had.

                                           ~Ian Fletcher

                                                Cardiff, Wales

2 Comments

  1. A cracking poem dynamic phychological hope dream pain & sadness. Loved it

  2. Thank you, Joe!