1977

[Keith]

I

1977
 
The streetlights have only just come on
and Father’s summoning whistle
stabs into the park.
 
I could kiss you quickly
(before it gets dark)
and have an excuse
to turn and run.

Is this about pedophllia in the Catholic Church?
I am a catholic myself and am frankly quite tired of people picking on my faith.
If something else was intended then it’s not clear enough, at least for a reader like me

For Christ's sake, think poetry not propaganda, we're still rebuilding the church after the last storm.

[Tiger the Lion]

I

1977
 
The streetlights have only just come on
and Father’s summoning whistle
stabs into the park.
 
I could kiss you quickly
(before it gets dark)
and have an excuse
to turn and run.

Is this about pedophllia in the Catholic Church?
I am a catholic myself and am frankly quite tired of people picking on my faith.
If something else was intended then it’s not clear enough, at least for a reader like me

Acutely paranoid read Busker. Happy Holidays.

[Leanne]

Someone's upset he wasn't touched up by a priest...

I would have to work incredibly hard to fit any kind of negative connotation to this poem. What I get from it is overwhelming innocence, like the "kiss chasey"
games we used to play in the schoolyard -- a kiss that you immediately bolt from, then spent the rest of the day thinking you'd done something tantalisingly wicked and wondering if that's enough to get pregnant

[nibbed]

please don't tinker with it.
it really is perfect.
it's edgy, but it is full of truth, too.
the title (not subject to only a date)
even reads wonderfully and adds to it all.

it's poetry, and shines the beauty of a poet
being, well...a poet, because the pen will always hold power
to weaken even the strong.


-nibbed