The Brook by Stephen Daniels

we used to run to the brook
to chase sticklebacks and claw
around in the water
trudge through mud
lose our shoes
swing dirt onto walls
a slow slop home to a dreary end
to rants of a cheek high parent

i tear holes in my childhood
and peek through the gaps
the dirt still shines
memories hold a tarnish
veneer fails its grip
like water clings to windows

Stephen Daniels is the editor of Amaryllis Poetry ( and the Secretary for Poetry Swindon. His poetry has been published in various magazines and websites, including The Interpreter’s House, Ink Sweat & Tears, And Other Poems, Your One Phone Call. You can find out more at @stephendaniels

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