if only I could
I’d let them fly
away from this bridge of sighs
away from these frowning houses
away from your critical eyes watching
across this watery divide
away from my children
who stand beside me
as reluctant marketing assistants
and together we’d step down
free at last
into these two long boats
that have long longed to be untied
and then we’d row and row
following the wonderful balloons
scattering across the blue cloud-scraped sky
to the land of no mortgages
no strings and no hot air
where tears all turn to laughter
and pain is just a fading memory
and no-one mentions Brexit
One of five poems written by Godfrey Rust in response to paintings at the BEAT (Borough of Ealing Art Trail) exhibit at St John's Church, Ealing in September 2019.
The painting is entitled Balloon man, by the artist and © Alicia Kotlarz.
Poem © Godfrey Rust 2019, email@example.com. See here for permissions.