You must have been seven. I’m in a home-made Father’s Day T-shirt that your mother organised,
that I carelessly only wore once, but look in the photograph rumpled, bronzed, happy. You cuddling up to me
on the Solent ferry, returning from the island, escorted by yachts engaged in a race. Now you’re a beautiful, loving
mother of two. That sweltering summer we only went in the sea after tea. Enclosed my mother in our embrace, a year after
my father died. The disco in the café when you all got up to dance: the last time I felt him at my shoulder.
Greg Freeman is the news and reviews editor for the poetry website Write Out Loud. His 2015 debut pamphlet Trainspotters (Indigo Dreams) includes several poems about his father, who was a former Japanese prisoner of war and put to work on the notorious ‘Death Railway.’ His father died in 1989.
When Good Dadhood first ran, back in 2017, it featured two Special Editions, in addition to the poems appearing on the ‘front page’ of the e-zine. This year, we had much pleasure in again presenting an Easter Special, showcasing eight poems https://gooddadhood.com/easter-special-edition-2020/.
Now, as the 2020 Good Dadhood period approaches its culmination on Fathers’ Day on Sunday 21 June, it is a delight to present another Special Edition, featuring five wonderful poems from Patricia Ace, Zoe Mitchell, JLM Morton and Jenni Wyn Hyatt. To read their poems, please click on this link: https://gooddadhood.com/special-edition-ii-2020/
Also, please do check back here on Saturday for three poems for Father’s Day from Alwyn Marriage.
Meanwhile, here are two lovely photographs from Patricia Ace and Zoe Mitchell … with their Dads.
Two years of evenings from winter to summer and around again. Surrounded in plans, wood shavings, the smell of glue and cedar thick the air. Hands hard, slick with varnish. Pipe clenched between stunning teeth. It came slow, this dreaming himself free.
He steered it down cow parsley lanes, pushed it to float in the shallows, raised the red sail.
Left his children life-jacketed on the shore, his woman sulking moody in the dunes. He lifted into blue flax looseness, the white sky stroking his bony shoulders breathing up salt sticky spray. He skimmed, soared the sparkle as mackerel flared and swooped. Silver flashes under his feet.
Catherine Baker has been published by Stand, Snakeskin and Amaryllis. She has poems in anthologies such as Poetry from Gloucestershire and Ways to Peace. She was runner up in the Gloucestershire Writers Network poetry competition in 2018, and her poem was read at Cheltenham Literature Festival.