Whistling down the wind;
streets deserted – save
for them ‘crazies’.
Flying high – that’s
where she is; courtesy
of scotch-laced gin, and
plenty more besides.
Whistles like a bird,
she does; her sweet daddy –
he taught her...Makes
her smile – remembering.
Whistles for him,
and for the tumbledown
shack of a man
left town
before she did.
Pretty soon,
the moon’ll rise –
illuminate
them rich-pickings
in the gutter.
Don’t shine too bright
though...show up
that dirty-pretty gown;
pity she sure ain’t
no Cinderella
and life –
no frigging ball.
Takes a swig
from a hip-flask
filled to brimming
with other folk’s dreams...
She can whistle
down the wind for hers
only thinking
of the times
when linen
was sun-dried,
and when neon
lit up the sky.
Comments
Kahdai | October 17, 2011 - 18:18
beaUtiful Tina :)
Silver Spun Sand | October 17, 2011 - 18:19
Thanks, Kahdai;-)
Highhat | October 17, 2011 - 20:48
I am wondering whether the alcohol hasn't obliterated her memory! Sorry I guess it hasn't! It is a sort of illness - poor woman. nice one Tina
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | October 17, 2011 - 21:58
Thanks for reading, Pia
Tina
skinner_jennifer | October 18, 2011 - 10:11
Hi Tina,
I watched a documentary on BBC4 about people on the
streets, there was this one lady, who was a lesbian
and by day she sat in the park with the other drinkers and by night she found different various
places to sleep, always drowned in the bottle of
whatever it was she was drinking that day.
The lady in your story kind of reminded me of her,
she smiled the whole time she was being interviewed,
but said if she didn't smile, she would never stop
crying and that she said, she would never do. So she
just carried on laughing through the whole interview.
I just thought that this poem was almost like watching her.
I suppose in a way, we come into this world with
nothing and even though we are surrounded by the
things we love, we will go out with nothing.
A sad but true to life poem.
Thankyou for sharing.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | October 18, 2011 - 10:21
Thank you, so very much, Jenny for your more than informed words. What truth you speak. In a way, that lady you saw on BBC4, was one and the same.
'I suppose in a way, we come into this world with
nothing and even though we are surrounded by the
things we love, we will go out with nothing.'
Memorable words, indeed, Jenny;-)
Tina