MY BOY GOES UP TO BED.

As we steered towards
The living room door,
Heading
For bed,
He said
“Harry off to wake the dark up”

And I couldn’t put
Anything better myself,
As he set off
Up the stairs,
With his breezy
Knees

And elbows
Throwing
His weight
Up straight,
Free
Of any encumbrance,

Like the dance
Of a tranced out
Tripper,
Or a snipped
In half
Spider,

And striding
He went into his room
Where the gloom
Was dismissed
With a kiss
To my lips.