Monument
He peeks
over buildings to keep a
watchful eye
over his child, his pride, his place.
His colour
changes with the days that go by,
grey when
the northern winters preside
mousey brown
in summer months.
His clothes,
his hair, his face, all the same hue,
change with
the weather. Grey’s smiles
seen for
miles, glimpsed from over Eldon square
seen
anywhere, but stand close to him
and you
might miss his head and long steady neck,
elevated,
craning. Father figure Grey,
he stands
before you, everyone, caring.
You glimpse
only the slightest part,
his toes
over the edge of his throne of art.
© Caitriona Hansen
© Caitriona Hansen
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