Friday, 15 March 2013

Slipping Away

To push aside
With trembling hand
Gently but firmly
The heavy keys
Entrusted for life
The power to bind

To know your seal
Must be broken
So violently
To be replaced
By another man’s
To bow once more

To feel the chill
From Tiber’s banks
And know the boatman
But waits nearby
To do what is right
Without regret

To lift your eyes
To seek a sign
To pray for release
And know it’s time
To slip off quietly
Those two red shoes.

©David Subacchi

No red shoes

David Subacchi is a well known poet and performer of his work especially in Wales and the North West of England. He loves to write about the news and is a regular contributor to Poetry 24. His collection ‘First Cut’ was published by Cestrian Press last year.