Monday, 20 April 2009

Nothing to post, so have this.

A Grin

There was this hidden grin.
It wanted a permanent home. It tried faces
In their forgetful moments, the face for instance
Of a woman pushing a baby out between her legs
But that didn’t last long the face
Of a man so preoccupied
With the flying steel in the instant
Of the car-crash he left his face
To itself that was even shorter, the face
Of a machine-gunner a long burst not long enough and
The face of a steeplejack the second
Before he hit the paving, the faces
Of two lovers in the seconds
They got so far into each other they forgot
Each other completely that was OK
But none of it lasted.

So the grin tried the face
Of someone lost in sobbing
A murderer’s face and the racking moments
Of the man smashing everything
He could reach and had strength to smash
Before he went beyond his body,
It tried the face
In the electric chair to get a tenure
In eternal death, but that too relaxed.

The grin
Sank back, temporarily nonplussed,
Into the skull.

Ted Hughes

3 comments:

Hannah said...

I do like a bit of Ted :0)

Abysmal Musings said...

If feeling fragile, I'd rather have father ted than grim reaper ted... but did have his moments.

Abysmal Musings said...

tut! "but HE did have..."