Mark this

Mark was my god son. He would have been thirty on Sunday. This is the pin I wear sometimes, my Mark pin. And below that a poem for him.

Mark this
Badge, brooch or pin
It’s on my lapel
A silver flash
Jagged, like a piece of lightning
Snapped off from the tip
Of that fork in the sky

Silent
of course
No thunder
But ariel –
I think of that character too
‘Who flamed amazement’
And
So much more than I ever say
When asked about
This badge, brooch or pin

Remarkable
Yes