Mark Irwin

(1950 / Toronto)

My Father's Hats - Poem by Mark Irwin

Sunday mornings I would reach
high into his dark closet while standing
on a chair and tiptoeing reach
higher, touching, sometimes fumbling
the soft crowns and imagine
I was in a forest, wind hymning
through pines, where the musky scent
of rain clinging to damp earth was
his scent I loved, lingering on
bands, leather, and on the inner silk
crowns where I would smell his
hair and almost think I was being
held, or climbing a tree, touching
the yellow fruit, leaves whose scent
was that of clove in the godsome
air, as now, thinking of his fabulous
sleep, I stand on this canyon floor
and watch light slowly close
on water I can't be sure is there.


Comments about My Father's Hats by Mark Irwin

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (6/20/2016 2:19:00 PM)


    Whiplash! I thought I was going to read a rather run-of-the-mill poem dedicated to fathers but instead I am presented with a masterpiece of writing! The stream-of-consciousness style of writing is my holy grail, the subtlety of the symbolism in this piece, the excellence of word choice- - it is all here! (Report) Reply

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  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (6/20/2016 12:09:00 PM)


    A very sweet poem that touches your heart.
    Trying to reach out to hold father's hat and the imagery of a pine forest,
    climbing a tree, touching the yellow fruit, scented clove - very well written.
    Enjoyed reading it. Mark. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (6/20/2016 5:52:00 AM)


    Touching the yellow fruit! ! Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • G. Akanji Olaniyi G. Akanji Olaniyi (6/20/2016 5:02:00 AM)


    This is lovely and nice to read! ! ! ! Good job! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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