Suited:
His suit needed nothing added to it
such was the force with which
it argues his case.
My Dad’s were always pristine,
somewhere between a
bank manager and headmaster,
to look at him you’d think he
had nothing to worry about.
He’s the smartest Dad
everyone used to say,
feeling the power a suit purveys
on eyes used to mud and bruises.
His last days were spent in pyjamas,
faint hair on his head, like a child
wanting it all to stop. He looked
out of place.
Dominic Bond loves to watch and listen. He loves to create, show a mirror to the world he lives in. Dominic has appeared twice on the Poetry Super Highway, Cultured Vultures and Word Bohemia amongst others, and hopes he has said something to appreciate.