Monday, 21 February 2011

Poems # 4 - My Papa's Waltz

Bit delayed in getting this one up... I've been a busy bee this weekend working hard on several London Fashion Week illustrations for Amelia's Magazine, so watch this space for those appearing here in the next week or so.
Fourth in the series of poem illustrations - this time 'My Papa's Waltz' by Theodore Roethke. This one is my favourite of the six I think, especially the dancing on the feet :) What do you think?

'The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.'



2 comments:

  1. These illustrations are so lovely. The one where she's dancing on his feet makes my heart ache. <3

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