Well, what would you do?

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by littleskinny, May 29, 2004.

  1. littleskinny

    littleskinny Member

    White Lightening and Marlboros
    (purchased by the boy who looked oldest)
    were distributed. All set.

    We giggled and swaggered and swore our way
    to the great iron gateway outside St John's.
    With hard-earned skill we overcame this daunting man-made boundary
    and with foreboding that never seemed to go away,
    we shouted and hollered,
    overcoming the spiritual boundary that surrounds a graveyard at night.

    Michael tripped over that branch again,
    we laughed ourselves senseless and clutched our guts.
    And when the roaring of cider-soaked teens subsided
    we hissed at each other to shush,
    whilst watching the windows of the parsonage
    for the flick-on of lights.

    None came and so we continued our stroll,
    smoking like movie stars and throwing things
    making our way to our usual spot -
    the memorial slab of Jacob Mallory, departed this world 2nd June 1945.

    Imagine our shock as we approached
    to see a figure huddled there.

    Guilt and vomit. The parson? A tramp?

    We froze.

    The figure unhuddled and turned to face us.

    White as the label on our cider bottle the figure shimmered.
    We sank to the moss.
    The pitiful figure sobbed and said "Do you know what I am reduced to?"
    Becca, (who knows nothing of these things), whispered, "you are an angel!"

    "No longer an angel"

    The figure shrugged and to the ground fell feathers and sinew and bone.

    "I am destined to carry more than my weight in flight.
    I am human now and must carry the weight of the world"
    With a heavy sigh, the angel curled up,
    and Jacob Mallory became a pillow of despair.

    We gulped, as one, a chorus of gulps. Then we upped and left it there.



     
  2. seamonster66

    seamonster66 discount dracula

    This is the second piece of yours I´ve read today, and I´ve liked them both. I like your descriptions and the mood these set. they paint London in a creepy light that appeals to me.


    One question, who is Jacob Mallory, the name sounds familiar.
     
  3. littleskinny

    littleskinny Member

    Thanks for responding, and for your kind words!

    Jacob Mallory is a combination of Jacob Marley from Dickens' A Christmas Carol (for conventional, ghostly eeriness), and Mallory Knox from Natural Born Killers (representing our dumbed-down fascination with the macabre).
     
  4. NightOwl1331

    NightOwl1331 Hip Forums Supporter HipForums Supporter

    You really have a way with words. Good job! :D
     
  5. DJ K.A.L.I.

    DJ K.A.L.I. Member

    :D- Hi! I love the poem a lot! It's really good!
    I used to do poetry, but I met people in the Ultravox Group, and started writing stories on them.

    I was thinking of making a poetic story for a few friends. I just have to get it right.

    It's getting late and I better go!

    Bye for now!

    DJ K.A.L.I.
     
  6. littleskinny

    littleskinny Member

    Thank you :)
     
  7. Sunnie

    Sunnie Jes-Jes

    That was awesome :D
     

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