Telemachus Remembers His Father

By | 1 December 2009

Single-parented most of the time, it's a wonder
I turned out as well as I did. One day he sailed
away – travelling salesman hawking his sword
arm to the highest bidder. I don't think she, the
endlessly patient, cared that much – content to
ravel and unravel in her tower – keeping at bay
the ravenous suitors. So when he finally turned
up, paunchy and short-sighted, she pecked each
cheek then went back to her loom – left the old
man shuffling downstairs with his interminable
monster-beating yarns, a bad back, and his beer

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