TRIGGER WARNING: a humble poem of a family scene that doesn't promise a happy ending.
|There comes a softening — to cantucci|
There comes a softening...
when dunked in milk
by a five year old
waiting for his father's voice...
...while sirens scream a mile away:
fire... a young man trapped... burnt flesh,
a wreckage of a speeding car
that won't reach home.
And now the side door opens
this stormy night
to whoops and hugs...
while his father's raincoat drips.
in another house...
two cookies wait;
a child sits.
© Kåre Enga [171.S4] 13.diciembre.2014
~16-17 lines Note: cantucci (canTOOCH) is a biscotti.
Submitted to Round 100 Sept/Oct 2021 "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest"
Original in blog entry "There comes a softening... (S1,S2,S3,S4)" and compilation "There comes an—incomplete compilation"