Here’s my contribution for Day 3 of NaPoWriMo, based on the following prompt, to write “a poem that seems to meander, full of little digressions, odd bits of information, but fundamentally, it is a poem that takes time. It takes its time getting where it’s going, and the action of the poem itself takes place over months.”
I’ve always wanted to write about Pete but felt that I couldn’t, for various reasons. But NaPoWriMo is supposed to be a challenge so I challenged myself to finally put him on paper. It was also fun to play around with chronology in this poem – I hope it’s not too confusing to follow!
Sadly, my dad never got around to teaching me or my brother to play backgammon. But I’ve had people in the pub approach me to say that they remember watching my dad playing backgammon many years ago, and they always ask me what happened to the mysterious Irishman he used to play against. And although I haven’t thought about it until today, I truly hope that my dad got to see Daria again on the other side.
Featured image: David Gilmour and Roger Waters playing backgammon in 1974/75