Travelling West


Travelling West

 

Fairy lights sparkle on tinsel
and snow drifts from a can
wishes come true inside parcels
placed beneath the tree
with secret smiles.

Laughter echoes with racing cars
whirring round a circle track
men being boys as turkey
roast and trimmings
arrive at the table.

Smiles of gratitude
and motherly nature for
dolls with long blonde curls
and eyes that cry femininity.

Plastic role models of what should be
buxom and sensual with waists too small
and fake painted smiles
that hid the tears for the missing
crossbar on a pink bike.

High fashion dictates
skimpy red dresses followed by white silk
with pink satin roses
but scissors left blonde curls
floating in oblivion
as dresses drank the rain
and the doll wore stolen khaki,

He doesn’t breathe in silence
as he takes the early train
travelling west to new discoveries
leaving the tears of the past
on the empty station
of secret smiles.

© JG Farmer 2014

 

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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6 Responses to Travelling West

  1. ~meredith says:

    thanks for the lovely share.

  2. I love this poem, Jeremy! I reblogged it! There is so much thought and depth in every line!

  3. Pingback: Travelling West | johannisthinking

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