'Just Some Kids Playing in The Snow'

SLEDGING IN THE SNOW, MAKING SNOWBALLS AS THEY GO   

              EXCITED CHILDREN,  LAUGHING--- DASHING HERE ---SLIDING THERE.

          UP IN THE HILLS A GUN BATTERY RELEASES A SHELL INTO FLIGHT  

FACES SHINING WITH THE MYTHOLOGY OF THEIR CAUSE        

REALITY REMOVED FROM EVERY SOUL.                                          

LETS HAVE A GO ON THE SLEDGE -- I'II PELT YOU WITH------      

                 DEAFENING NOISE SEARING HEAT, AS THE SHELL FALLS AT THEIR FEET

                      RED HOT METAL WORKS WITH EASE, CUTTING INTO BODIES AND HEARTS 

                                     TIME IS STRETCHED AS ONE CHILD SEES, A PIECE TOWARDS HIS HEAD PROCEED    

                                              PIERCING HIS THROAT AND JUGULAR--SLICING--GOUGING--OUT THROUGH THE NECK

                                            LOPPING HIS HEAD INTO THE SNOW---- HIS BODY BUBBLES,  LIKE RED CHAMPAGNE.

                FOR A MOMENT,  THE PERSONA SLIPS FROM THE OBSERVER ABOVE     

                            AND HE LOOKS AGHAST AT HIS OWN DEBASE----RECOVERING COMPOSURE

                                            HE TURNS TO THE OTHERS AND SHOUTS --''JUST SOME KIDS PLAYING IN THE SNOW''

 

 

'Memories of the Iron Lady'

 

The sound of  heels echoes  along the corridor

                     Panic ---- party loyalty lapsed, chaps rush into nearest loo

                 Two large figures get stuck in doorway --  heave -- shove

  Suddenly bursting in, to roll over the tiled floor.

                               She reaches the area, handbag over shoulder--- seems to linger

                          Ashen white faces, ears pressed against door---quivering~~~

     Outside one poor soul didn't quite make it in time 

  Snip,  snip, clicking scissors are heard in action

  ''Now that didn't hurt too much did it''  She purrs

  Footsteps continue along --fading into nothing.

               Door opens slowly-- chaps peak out, then scurry away

     Thankful for once again escaping the Iron Lady.

 

'The Fair'

The stink of diesel fumes invades the air

Music echoes across the fields                    

l reach the roadway ---                                    

Look across at the distant fair                    

 

        Coloured lights - movement - people                

        Swirling machines collaborate together        

          Gliding among the painted stalls ----                   

               Thoughts of childhood dreams return                    

 

In a bus shelter - two lovers stand            

             They don't see me, passing by                                 

Too enclosed hand in hand                         

Memories ------ l hurry on                              

 

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