Jean McLeod’s most recent poem to appear here was Eros (February 2013).
Prodigal
(For my beautiful grandson, Joshua, who has temporarily lost his way)
By Jean McLeod
(For my beautiful grandson, Joshua, who has temporarily lost his way)
By Jean McLeod
Confusion replaces the bravado
of his triumphal door slam,
his face, a pale cast
of dread and regret.
Alone, he listens for dangers
he’s not yet imagined,
his mother’s promise of an open door
a ring-tone unanswered in this new dark.
He is innocent enough for each sunrise
to wash away the sins of yesterday
but isn’t sure, yet, which he wants to keep.
of his triumphal door slam,
his face, a pale cast
of dread and regret.
Alone, he listens for dangers
he’s not yet imagined,
his mother’s promise of an open door
a ring-tone unanswered in this new dark.
He is innocent enough for each sunrise
to wash away the sins of yesterday
but isn’t sure, yet, which he wants to keep.
He yearns toward illumination
he doesn’t know he needs
to lead him, if not where he wants to go,
at least to where the slope is gentler.
he doesn’t know he needs
to lead him, if not where he wants to go,
at least to where the slope is gentler.
Jean, my heart goes out to him and the family. I know how these things can devour he and those that love him. Your feelings came through in this poem. I pray he realizes he’s loved before he falls in the abyss.
Jeanette, Thanks so much for your kind words. Jean
This poignant poem has the ring of adolescence, the sting of confusion, and the hope and persuasion of a gentle illumination. A phase in life as painful for his loved ones to watch as it is for him to experience. Great poem, Jean.
This poignant poem has the ring of adolescence, the sting of confusion, and the hope and persuasion of a gentle illumination. I love the power and beauty of your fantastic poem, Jean.
Jeanette, thank you so very much. Hugs,
Jean