Poetry

Monday, 22 April 2024

That's why mum's gone to iceland

 Yes mum's gone to iceland

She's left the neon lights behind

The adverts and the hard won

Victories of being kind


Yes mum's gone to iceland

I see her in the shelves

In the frozen freezers

With the salmon en croute


I should have gone there with her

Should have tailed her like a hound

But I couldn't bring myself to be there

I was a vain and angry child


I thought she was weak for being left behind

I was ashamed of the sadness that I felt in her eyes

For it all is still in iceland,  in the frozen isles

In the exploding geysers, in the shipwrecked paradise


Yes mum's gone to iceland, and it's the end of the world

But only the beginning of tomorrow for another boy or girl

Born in spring like the swallow

Born to cross desert or sea

Yes the bird has flown to iceland

Now she's as free as free can be

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