(Part XX already. Phew.. Part XX covers our old friend the cleaner
who like the police inspector from Part XIX knows more than he
also reveals)
(Our 14th guest poet is a gentleman I know from Write Out Loud
Stockport (A open mike night I regularly attend called Martin Elder.
A great bloke with a even better sense of humor. With this poem doesnt'
display his humour, this is a powerful skillful poem which I hope you
all will like also)
XX
Hidden out of sight
Peering
across the tracks
Opening
up his bucket
Like an
umbrella
Broken
into a concave shape
Mopped
into silence,
He saw
first the killer
Then me
Descending
slowly
Like
falling leaves
Over the
platform
Clustering
at the edge
Shining
nerves
Passing
the barrier
Not
releasing
It was
designed
To keep
everybody out,
Separated
only
To
the point of rescue.
Once upon a time (Martin Elder)
Once upon a time
There was you and there was me
Lost forever
In a place we called home
We would pretend
It was ours
The big house
Where others lived
But we could declare
To nobody else
It was ours
I was King and you were Queen
Like all good children
Heard but never seen
We ruled in our very own
Palace
It was our
Stately chalice
The holy grail of
Our life together
Forever young, carefree
Summers hot
Winters cold
Toasting by a fire
How we danced
So very bold
By day and by night
Until that day
A dance to close
Your dress caught
Alight
Two souls trapped
In a place
That turned from palace
To prison
overnight
Never allowed to grow up
We did not know the difference
Between dark and light
The smell of burning still
Remained
Our skin a pale white
Charred and blackened wood
Escape seemed impossible
The burning, smouldering flesh
Tormenting
A hundred years or more later
We walked danced and ran
Down corridors
Through walls and doors
Only ever seen by cats and dogs
And an occasional brave child
Confronted with the tired eyes
And flesh ridden sores
But now the house is gone
Knocked down
And turned to grass
With only a plaque to remind
Of the fateful day
And so we are free
At last
You and me
To become sprites of the day
Dancing across field and hedge
Free to wander and to find
Our own way
Far, far away
Once upon a time (Martin Elder)
Once upon a time
There was you and there was me
Lost forever
In a place we called home
We would pretend
It was ours
The big house
Where others lived
But we could declare
To nobody else
It was ours
I was King and you were Queen
Like all good children
Heard but never seen
We ruled in our very own
Palace
It was our
Stately chalice
The holy grail of
Our life together
Forever young, carefree
Summers hot
Winters cold
Toasting by a fire
How we danced
So very bold
By day and by night
Until that day
A dance to close
Your dress caught
Alight
Two souls trapped
In a place
That turned from palace
To prison
overnight
Never allowed to grow up
We did not know the difference
Between dark and light
The smell of burning still
Remained
Our skin a pale white
Charred and blackened wood
Escape seemed impossible
The burning, smouldering flesh
Tormenting
A hundred years or more later
We walked danced and ran
Down corridors
Through walls and doors
Only ever seen by cats and dogs
And an occasional brave child
Confronted with the tired eyes
And flesh ridden sores
But now the house is gone
Knocked down
And turned to grass
With only a plaque to remind
Of the fateful day
And so we are free
At last
You and me
To become sprites of the day
Dancing across field and hedge
Free to wander and to find
Our own way
Far, far away
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