Image The good and the evil, by Amos; courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

The title says it all.


Second Skin

So, they had responsibility,
for some kind of morality,
but when it came to shove,
was that all there was to love?

And for a child what is love?
Is it just for being certain,
of regular meals on the table,
or being safe behind the curtain?

If security was all there was of love,
what could have been missing
from their own upbringing,
apart from what was above?

How can they know anything
of the tactile substitute for love;
as when it became certain
what was behind the curtain.

And now, it was the season,
for the abandonment of reason;
to allow what was permissible
against what was inadmissible.

The superficial family face,
only lacking in any disgrace;
without a jot of reticence in
the violating of innocence.

There was not a conversation;
no language for such an outrage;
so never a way to assuage,
that deep, bone-deep pain.

What was the point of regretting?
With the habit of forgetting,
memories became old fears,
in the passage of the years.

Every dog will have his day,
and all things shall pass away;
for tomorrows yesterday –
shall never be like today.

Or so they say!

D G Moody 2022




Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2022-06-26 at 17:49

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Overall I'm with Ken on this. :)

I stumbled a bit on the repeat 'in' in this section

"without a jot of reticence in
in the violating of innocence."

An enjoyable read, Dougie. And IMHO the rhyming and scanning in the fifth stanza is a masterpiece!

Allen
2022-06-28


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Sadly for many children, love is a four letter word
Ken D.
2022-06-26