On Papsie's 89th Birthday

I’m sitting in the Shamrock Inn
in Copenhagen, where there’s time
and space enough for me to rhyme.
Why do I do it? Not to win
applause, or please my kith and kin,
but rather so my soul may climb
up to the stars, to some sublime
reunion with its long-lost twin.

The two kids kissing to this track
(Mumford and Sons: After the Storm)
remind me of the face-down Jack
of Hearts downstairs. When love is warm,
we never dream of turning back;
our only duty's to perform.

Duncan Gillies MacLaurin

If you have any comments on this poem,  Duncan Gillies MacLaurin would be pleased to hear them.