Alphabet Father and Son

(c) June Perkins

Version 1.
Alphabet father and son
pram wheels in late afternoon sun
symbols of something
the poet thinks
– transfigured new age men.

Robed in garments
peace and love
beaming letters of transforming light
into actions of their might
– to guide generations on their way.

Version 2.

Alphabet father and son
pram wheels in late afternoon breeze
symbols of something
perhaps they’re keys
– transfigured new age men.

Robed in garments
peace and love
beaming their transforming light
beyond letters to words
past words and ideas
guiding generations into
-actions of might

Version 3.
Alphabet father and son
late afternoon pram trips are such fun
symbols of something
the poet thinks
– transfigured new age men.

Robed in garments
of virtues gifts
beaming letters transforming light
into the flight of a peace dove
– to guide generations on their way.

(c) June Perkins

This poem may develop further or into series. There is so much discussion of domestic violence at the moment and what may stop it. I think of heroes like Rosie Batty who are bringing it into the spotlight of the media with their tireless work

Sometimes I see signs of change – little seeds where there is no violence, only love. There’s a place for fathers, husbands, brothers, mothers, sisters, and children, to move beyond old habits and embrace a world that will be free from violence.

Sometimes it begins with the simplest transfigurations.

I am tossing up between several versions of this poem. Above are three of them.

Which one do you like best?