Passports

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse05 Sep 2016

My first was a black
Imposing, imperial
Anachronistic relic;

Then came bright red
Cricket ball leather,
Gilt lion and unicorn

Opening up limitless
Fairy-tale possibilities
For adventure, before

Airports and queues,
And the stamps
To get into wars,

Gold all worn off
By sweaty palms
And greasy ones;

Dull-cracked travel-
Stained and faded,
It's due to expire.