Family

Based on a drawing posted in "Rattle" competition.

A baby born in March
When Spring trips over flowers
Bursting with heady colours
Bees buzzing in our ears
Love songs are made between trees
Our naked bodies catching a sunny spell
With our complexion as pale and
Freckled as the gingered haired
After a drowsy winter
After soporific darkish hours
...sour...
A baby born in March
In a piper-shaped pouch
Hooked around the Daddy's shoulder
Protecting a week-old son
Sleeping, dreaming, so hush now
For Pisces he is
Swimming in Father's peaceful bliss

Clinging to them
Is the mother and wife craving for
Warm security heating his palm
Groping round his trouser pockets
Twinkling with silver monies
She finds a gold mine
Enabling them to survive
While her other arm
Is being tugged by
Fidgeting of their first child
Whose dress
Is shaken by her playful dance
Of youth and childish awkward moves
She is ready to run free
She is ready to leap over fun fields
Not to pose like a star
But to twirk like a rebel
...live...

They are waiting for the notes
The piper perpetually dons
To be played tonight
His childhood Scottish song
To be piped out loud
A before-bed lullaby
For the Brave Heart
They are waiting for the notes
To be turned into sounds
So strong as their family bond
They are waiting for the camera's click
And the photographer's cheese!
But yet blank -
Emptiness in their expressions
In their muffed declarations
Suggesting something is missing!
...bang...
They are waiting for the melody
To impregnate their souls
To elevate their spiritual ghosts
To materialise their fluctuating moods
Evading the painter's drawing hand
Who knows nothing of
One feeling lasting long!