You watched over me.
Adults were trustworthy then.
I liked our conversation, still do;
realised only slowly
others didn’t perceive you.
When I was 43, a magician friend
introduced me to his mentor.
You! So I learned
your name and identity.
Giver of writing, patron of poets,
great magician yourself.
And my friend; somewhat fatherly.
I’m told you are most correctly
named Tehuti, but I call you Thoth.
[Poem #52]
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
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