Helter Skelter
By ralph
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It all began so very well
on this blossomed Easter Day.
Which led to a misunderstanding -
in a quietened, difficult way.
Tiptoeing the Pacific shoreline,
Hannah gripped her black plastic locket.
Showed him all her sacred stories
that were hidden within her pockets.
A plastic six-legged spider,
a chewed Chewbacca pencil.
A love letter from the tiny boy,
her dreams of being a girl.
The green sea rolling in tightly.
The easy holding of each other’s hands.
He brought pink folded fairground tickets,
made the wildest of plans.
She waved at him from the summit.
She screamed but never came down.
He waited at the bottom for an hour,
or so, then headed back into town.
Perhaps it was just the sunshine,
or a promise of some fought freedom.
Maybe the coming of Jesus Christ,
or the changing of the season.
Which led to a misunderstanding -
in a quietened, difficult way.
It all began so very well
on this blossomed Easter Day.
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From a realist perspective
From a realist perspective (whatever that is) Chewbacca hadn't yet been created as a character. Star Wars didn't exist at the time of the Manson murders, Helter Skelter.
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Neat, evocative and yet opaque at the same time. Please share or retweet, readers, if you like it too.
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cheers Ralph. I frequently
cheers Ralph. I frequently don't know what I'm talknig about. This is another example. I liked your poem, by the way, which is the main thing.
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