Dedicated to PL Travers and “the Nanny”

A 9 word poetry challenge

Birds wander
around the Cathedral Square
as a child
book held tightly
in one hand
her Nanny’s hand
gripped
as if for dear life
in the other.
The nightmarish face
of a gargoyle
reflecting intentional
horror
or perhaps
humour
as on the ground
mere mortals
weep
for the sacrifice
or the courage
of those lost.
There can be "Feed The Birds"
no debate,
no fraud.
The book written
to teach
a lesson
collected
by a man who
made a promise
to his child.
Had it not been
for a song,
my childhood
would have been
stained.
But now,
when I cross
Cathedral Square
I find myself
humming
the melancholy
of the tune
again.

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