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Spectre with a Hood
Most days I see him, the spectre with a hood.
Head and rounded shoulders bent forward he walks,
No, trudges the country road I always use
On my frequent forays into the town.
Clad in faded camouflage gear he carries
In one hand a plastic supermarket bag
While his shoulders tote a flaccid rucksack.
He is looking neither forward nor sideways,
But always downwards, he is oblivious
To the white cow parsley in the verges,
To the late blackthorn and the may blossom
Emerging from which a startled blackbird,
Cackling her alarm call, darts across his face.
Such strange behaviour, I say to my friends
Who reply ‘He’s off for his free methadone’,
Dismissive as if this answer explains all.
I wonder what lost chances lie in his wake,
What bitter wind blew dust into his eyes
Or what errant gene it was that engendered
This fellow human being’s path of sorrow.
It’s just a platitude for sure I know
When I say ‘there but for God’s grace I go’.
This poem was prompted by seeing the man with the hood and also by Millet's painting -Man with a Hoe.
Most days I see him, the spectre with a hood.
Head and rounded shoulders bent forward he walks,
No, trudges the country road I always use
On my frequent forays into the town.
Clad in faded camouflage gear he carries
In one hand a plastic supermarket bag
While his shoulders tote a flaccid rucksack.
He is looking neither forward nor sideways,
But always downwards, he is oblivious
To the white cow parsley in the verges,
To the late blackthorn and the may blossom
Emerging from which a startled blackbird,
Cackling her alarm call, darts across his face.
Such strange behaviour, I say to my friends
Who reply ‘He’s off for his free methadone’,
Dismissive as if this answer explains all.
I wonder what lost chances lie in his wake,
What bitter wind blew dust into his eyes
Or what errant gene it was that engendered
This fellow human being’s path of sorrow.
It’s just a platitude for sure I know
When I say ‘there but for God’s grace I go’.
This poem was prompted by seeing the man with the hood and also by Millet's painting -Man with a Hoe.
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Resubmitted with picture. Desperation personified.
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This was quiet incredible, it has a minimalist feel to it, whilst exploring the mystery of the image created.