Dave & The Labour MP

Dave

I remembered you last week
leaning on the front gate
hair left in a photo album.
Fingers thicker than January wind.

Your smile grew on our face.
The cars you had with empty cans
and take-away wrappers
thrown in the back.

You only ever looked at tomorrow.
But now you’re gone we have
lost yesterday.

 

 

 

The Labour MP

He was part of the Labour Party.
Carried a briefcase lived with his
mum. His height made him look

small. Glasses sat on his nose
hooked onto his ears to see
the details of why we voted.

He was a quiet man kept his tongue
in London. Put posters up in his
windows when campaigns started.

Sometimes he wore a blazer
carried pens in his chest pocket.
Viced a folded newspaper between

arm and rib in case the words
he needed in life fell out and blew
away in the wind. Leaving him

with nothing to say to his mother.  

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Gareth lives in Wales. He has a collection The Miner, by futurecycle. He hopes to achieve something special with the pen. He is currently doing a Poetry MFA at Manchester MET.

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