Poetry Corner
Cinders
After the pantomime, carrying you back to the car On the coldest night of the year My coat, black leather, cracking in the wind.
Through the darkness we are guided by a star It is the one the Good Fairy gave you You clutch it tightly, your magic wand.
And I clutch you tightly for fear you blow away For fear you grow up too soon and - suddenly, I almost slip, so take it steady down the hill.
Hunched against the wind and hobbling I could be mistaken for your grandfather And sensing this, I hold you tighter still.
Knowing that I will never see you dressed for the Ball Be on hand to warn you against Prince Charmings And the happy ever afters of pantomime.
On reaching the car I put you into the baby seat And fumble with straps I have yet to master Thinking, if only there were more time. More time.
You are crying now. Where is your wand? Oh no. I can't face going back for it Let some kid find it in tomorrow's snow.
Waiting in the wings, the witching hour. Already the car is changing. Smells sweet Of ripening seed. We must go. Must go.
Roger McGough (Collected Poems, Penguin, 2004)
A bittersweet Christmas-set poem here; an older father ponders the shared future available to him and his little daughter. It is a poem thick with emotive (even clichéd) language, drawn from fairytales: ‘happy ever afters’ are evoked throughout, through a lens of sadness and exclusion. But there is comfort to be found, too, in inevitability: ‘We must go’, says the poet; ‘Must go.’ What is particularly sweet is that Roger McGough has, in the years since, witnessed his daughter’s graduation, and written a poem about that, too.
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