NaPM April 06 2016

[milo]

On Everton Brow

On Everton Brow a tower stands
where once Prince Rupert led his bands;
a lock-up first, for drunks and thieves
turned symbol sewn on jersey sleeves—
my father’s monument, his land.
 
Too young and by his wife’s demands
he left his home and washed his hands
of every dream that he’d conceived
on Everton Brow.
 
And every year he’d make his plans—
a fortnight in the motherland—
a vain endeavour to retrieve
a boyish heart that once believed
both Prince and pauper take their stands
on Everton Brow.

very smooth, nice rondeau