When Will You Stop Hugging Me?

I borrow you from the ground and hold you laughing until oh I’m the dirty rascal now and soon you won’t let me touch your neck or stroke your hair much less lift you towards sky when you are taller than me and between cradles and graves we have such love whether we’re in arms or continent we have such love and if we’re counting down in years now so be it but I’ll warn you son I’m bad at maths

Ewen Glass is a Northern Irish poet who lives in England with two dogs, a tortoise and lots of self-doubt. On a given day, any or all of these can be snapping at his heels.

A Song for Ewen