by Max Wallis
We’ll be running through sprinklers laughing
two ancient figures, almost crumbling,
clasped hands perfect tight.
Eyes like sacks, teeth: gravestones;
skin falling flapwise sagging.
Vein worms bulging under fading skin.
Smiling,
kiss-mashed together under a rainbow throw,
as though first-learning, still.
Max Wallis is due to start a masters in Creative Writing at Manchester, and writes something every day here.
The Pygmy Giant 
#1 by S de Assaf on October 15, 2010 - 9:03 am
Beautiful and light hearted – loved the line “… kiss-mashed together under a rainbow throw,”
A lovely piece that sings to the heart.
#2 by Jennifer walmsley on October 15, 2010 - 12:08 pm
A lovely, happy poem. Really enjoyed. I can see them now playing under the sprinklers.
#3 by Leah on November 3, 2010 - 2:24 pm
Can picture this vividly, excellent.
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