Such Innocence
By Stewart Conn

Tiny in night-attire
he clings to his cot for fear
of what shadows may be there.

Comforting him I try to remember
Achilles’ mother’s prayer
to the gods, to save him from line of fire.

‘This the last night ever
you’ll be able to say you’re three:
tomorrow you are a year older.’

‘And a little taller.’

Such innocence
  of the wild boar
   lurking in its brambled hiding place

from Underwood (Mariscat Press: 2022)