30 Poems in 30 Days – Poem #5

In Uncategorized on April 5, 2013 at 4:34 pm

Today’s poem is based on a prompt by Jo Bell, who is tweeting prompts each day.
It was to read this poem:
and then to write about a historical/great event which happened within your lifetime and how it affected you – or not.

Poem #5

1997 – I am four.
The face which would be repeatedly beamed in news reports,
up until the present day, doesn’t mean much to a four year old.
Conspiracies spring up whilst I eat jam sandwiches and green apples for lunch.

Car breaks are scrutinised, Parisian bridges closed off, funerals organised.
Princes a few years older than me dressed in black,
grief – the knot of their tightly tied ties.

But a woman will tell me one day,
how the night she heard – her husband woke her up shouting “she’s dead, she’s dead”
and she thought he was talking about her –
she tried to grasp at the darkness of her black – out,
waking from an alcohol induced slumber to the news of her death.
She didn’t want to die yet, but how close she had come.  


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