Hyde Park

Gold cherry

By ralph

Sun, 28 Apr 2013
  • 1563 reads
6 comments
 

I met Blair once.
A rally,
north London.

Two days before
‘things can only get better’
at the Royal Festival Hall.

I shook his hand,
and thought his eyes
meant it.

He took us to war,
and made us call him
‘Tony’.

We marched
to Hyde Park.
We marched
to nothing.

Today.
Margaret died.

When she was once asked,
‘What was your greatest achievement?’
She replied,
‘New Labour’.

I hated that song.

Certificate U
Poem
Knuckle and Traffic
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by tcook on
This is our Facebook and Twitter pick of the day. Join us on Facebook at ABCtales.com Join us on Twitter @tcookabctales Get a great reading recommendation most days.

Submitted by scratch on
I've read lots like this. This is the best by far. Although Parson Thru did a cracker as well. I'll call it a draw then. Both are sparse and well written, I can see his eyes though Ralph and the image unquiets me

 

Submitted by ralph on
Thanks Scratch. We have lived through extraordinary times.

 

Submitted by scratch on
I sent you a message about the Wakefield do, can you update me or have I missed it?

 

Submitted by ralph on
No Scratch, you have not missed it. We are sorting a venue etc. Would love you to come and do something for us.

 

Submitted by Wes on
Wow ! congrats on cherries...Wes