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Deryn Rees-Jones
My Grandfather\'s Tattoo
My Grandfather\'s Tattoo
My Grandfather\'s Tattoo
On sunny days, his shirtsleeves rolledhe’d cover with a sticking plaster
like the wound of Welsh he wouldn’t give his children
the blue-green inks of anchorage, the shame.
© 2010, Deryn Rees-Jones
From: Poetry Review: Off the Page
Publisher: Poetry Review, London
From: Poetry Review: Off the Page
Publisher: Poetry Review, London
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My Grandfather\'s Tattoo
On sunny days, his shirtsleeves rolledhe’d cover with a sticking plaster
like the wound of Welsh he wouldn’t give his children
the blue-green inks of anchorage, the shame.
From: Poetry Review: Off the Page
My Grandfather\'s Tattoo
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