I wrote a book with my coat
I wrote with the coat of my childhood
and I wrote with the coat of the prophets
In it the coat of my father
and his father swaying in church
My mother spoke French with her mother
and I tried to write with their coats
the words hello and goodnight
their hurt goodbyes at the airport
They were never part of my coat
though owned by my coat as I wrote
I would now like to write my book
with a coat that is not my coat
perhaps the coat of the sea
the coat of a stone or a painting
Goodnight little coat little coats
I am grateful for all you have given me

Fantastic
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Hi praise indeed Charlie!
All love as ever
Anthony
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Did you write this poem? It’s brilliant, I love it.
ref your latest post, often you tap into exactly how I feel, and that post (the latest one) was a prime example. I thought I had given up commenting on people’s blogs, but not this time!
Thanks, & best wishes, Caroline
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Dear Caroline. Thank you for saying so!
Guilty as charged.
Thank you for taking the time to comment.
As ever
Anthony
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