Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter

Life, Poetry


Back on the #MastoPrompt trail.


Our mother would hurry us to bed
Amidst the scent of bacon sandwiches
The night before that long journey,
Always at the same time each year,
The length of Germany and then Holland,
Until we would, after a break somewhere
In the middle, for those sandwiches,
Catch sight of the huge blue and black
And white ship on the water, ready for
An overnight crossing of the ferocious
North Sea – for my mother and two of
My sisters; for my father my third sister
And me a mirror-flat lake of almost
Adventure, and freedom from the other three,
For just twelve hours, an imagined
Independence which, for that one sister
And me, became a necessity to survive.

R 06/02/2024 21:02

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