Fetching Father Home…
(Inspired by Peter Brook’s painting…)
The son leads the father away from the pallid Swan, where
Even the signs have begun to lose the clarity, once clearly inscribed.
The role, the habit, the regular fetching is like a blur
To the child, yet maybe to his dad too, courtesy of the beer imbibed…
The grim, sepia environment, painted splendidly where
Dark windows spoil the monotony of a solemn wall,
Is nudged white on a chimney, the inn signs, the father’s scarf and the stare
Upon the dog’s face, its legs too, as it waits for its master’s call…
The phantom figures leaving the pub, wraiths from times past,
Huddle eerily and one even tarries on the doorstep, haunting
Perhaps, as the expressionless boy leaves the spectral cast
To guide his parent homeward, a worker just surviving but teetering…
Pete Ray…
23rd January 2026…
A fine painting by Peter Brook, maybe imitating a sepia photograph…
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