poems

They said it wasn’t possible

They said it wasn’t possible.

2/12/14

They said it wasn’t possible to be in love at that age.
They danced together Christmas eve and every evening in between.
Perfecting their act in the garage always under the ruse of dance.
But they knew.
They knew it wasn’t possible to be in love at that age.

She helped him learn the written tasks and he learnt everything about her.
He helped her with spelling and she learnt to succeed.
Whilst he ploughed the soil by day and his mind danced to the tune of her memories at night.
She danced all day and disturbed the soil at night.
He forgave a hundred times and a thousand more he mourned.
She was his crown of thorns and him her trembling sword.
But they knew.
They knew it wasn’t possible to be in love at that age.

Lovers came and went as families began to bloom.
They buried secret parts within a deeper, darker room.
A place beneath the ground where soil turns to stone.
The loneliness became a friend they soon learnt to call home.
But they knew.
They knew it wasn’t possible to be in love at that age.

Twenty years passed with no contact but the sky.
His daughter wore a cotton dress, he dropped her at the dance.
She wore a silver feather made from crystal glass.
She dropped her son off early and she watched him spot the girl.
She’s seen that look before in another hidden world.
She saw him and he saw her as they watched their children go,
And they knew.

Copyright G.P Williamson 2014

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