Mucky Pup – Written Tuesday 1st August 2023 (Aged 48)

Mucky Pup

mucky pup
that,
is what she would say
look up,
stand up and seize the day
young feet
clad in a pair of new clarks shoes
red dungarees
for a toddler first receiving the news
digging soldiers,
in a farmers field
lost to plough and furrow
when did dreams become such an escape
a place to burrow

mucky pup
that,
is what she would say
sat in a steel pushchair
with, ‘mothercare’ embossed onto its footplate
ten-o-clock,
dad would always be late
and that long hot summer of ’76
gave extra heat to the fire of fate
sat there in mum’s lap –
as the branches whizzed by
lost in her flecked grey fur coat
something got caught in my eye
i wonder, did we all die back then
yet somehow live on,
perhaps without purpose or direction




James Garratt – Tuesday 1st August 2023


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