For a while my dad had been a firebrand -
He'd door knocked in Tory streets -
He'd berated the languid MP -
We found the letters he'd written to the Portsmouth Evening News -
The yellowed cuttings were hidden under a scree of dusty shoes -
Reading the letters, it was as though he were standing before me -
He was still young, with a poet's fury -
He stood, looking at me, across a sad space of years -
20.51
Saturday 28 October 2017
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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