Essex Blokes

Gold cherry

By Rigel

Mon, 02 Jul 2012
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27 comments
 

Can I complain?

She washes and irons
my shirts – cleans
the house; cooks
nice dinners,
listens when I go on
about what’s wrong
with my crap job,
and with society.

She makes a great
pot of tea – massages
my neck when its tense,
so, can I complain
when she kicks the shit
out of me?

She never means it – says
she’s sorry. It won’t ever
happen again, and she’s dead right,
it won’t...until the next time,
but only because
I broke my word
that I wouldn’t let her…

Maybe I’m as much to blame.
I should resist more strongly.
Kick her back, maybe,
when she pummels
both my shins
with her fucking boots on. Only

she gave birth
to my children...
something to get up for
every day, and I vowed
I’d love her, for better
or for worse, so,

can I complain?

Like hell I can.
Only, I won’t.
I’m from Essex
and where I come from,
real blokes don’t.

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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
skewed logic. brilliant poem. I hope it isn't autobiographical

 

Submitted by Rigel on
To set your mind at rest, insertponcyfre...no, it isn't autobiographical, but something that unfortunately affects many relationships. Thank you for reading, and I am pleased you enjoyed, if that is the right word. Rigel

Submitted by TVR on
Yes, I enjoyed the novel take on this subject, and still it has tenderness, a really nice feel to it. Well done! Trev

TVR

Submitted by Rigel on
Pleased you got something from this, Trev, and I thank you. Rigel

Submitted by scratch on
Excellent Rigel. I echo Insert.

 

Submitted by Rigel on
Cheers, scratch. Much obliged to you. Rigel

Submitted by Sooz006 on
Nothing to add, really well written poem.

 

Submitted by Rigel on
Hello, Sooz. Pleased you thought so, and thanks. Rigel

Submitted by jolono on
Very well deserved cherries, really well written.

 

Submitted by Rigel on
Apppreciated, jolono. Thanks.

Submitted by blighters rock on
Essex is a cross between Hollywood and trailer trash, with its modern day, middle class hillbilly attitude to life. This is good stuff.

 

Submitted by Edenfalls on
Spot on Rigel, but please don't tar all us Essex blokes with the same brush, some of us are real men. Sorry got to go, running late for my perm and tan!

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Submitted by Rigel on
Say, thanks, Tony. Rigel

Submitted by Denzella on
Hello Rigel, A different more gritty but well written poem and I like to see you explore and expand your obvious talent. I also think it is a good premise for a poem like this to give an unexpected viewpoint. Again, much enjoyed. Moya
 

Submitted by Denzella on
Whoops! Nearly posted same message twice.
 

Submitted by Rigel on
Well then, it's 'twice thank you', Moya. Rigel

Submitted by alexwritings on
This is AMAZING! I love this take, and the sense of place created via Essex - my home county! Great work!

 

Submitted by Rigel on
Good on you, galeforce!! Many thanks. Rigel

Submitted by Dan Ryder on
Nicely done, Rigel, great read. Dan.

Submitted by Rigel on
And nice of you to say so, Dan. Rigel

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Great Rigel. Even better that it's not autobiographical. You really got inside the skin of it. Brilliant and well deserving of cherries.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Rigel on
We meet again, Parson, and I thank you for it. Rigel

Submitted by hudsonmoon on
Damn, was that good. Have to go back for another read. Rich

 

Submitted by Rigel on
Rich, thanks mate. Rigel

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Relieved it's not autobiographical, Rigel, but it's great that you're tackling the difficult subject all the same. 'Can I complain' works well as a refrain... Oops, this comment is getting a bit rhymey/assonancey... What I'm trying to say is that this is a brilliant poem, and well-worthy of cherries! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by denni1 on
Mornin Rigel .. My mother did this to my cockney wee hard man dad but in stilettos, not boots. It's not about where you come from, it's about where your at in your head. Angry and frustrated l reckon in our case. My dad was a gentleman, and my mother was a thug in a dress .. You've unlocked my memory box ..