Over the skies of East London

fireworks

~

drifting sleepless

by

many things unknown

a restless moon sonfonia for

cello and viola

~

Here you are old man!

come on in

the war is warm in you

 a symphonic humming note

too vibrant with life

to carry with you,

too bold with memory

to leave behind

perched in between but

your moments are slender, Sir

shall we dig a hole

in North African soil

and

return these vibrant seeds

of your youth?

~

Troubled still, I see, by

the pestilence of

 a virulent union

still yielding the stubbornness

of stone upon stone.

 Here’s the shovel to

bury the house

that joined you in flesh

and may I advise you to

 forgive yourself now

since you’ll not forgive

your trouble and strife?

It may unwind the same clock

for your passage

~

(a last kiss on each cheek of the moon)

~

What a wonder !

spirited fireworks

over the skies of East London

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May your spirit rest in peace A.L.W.  1918- 2013…that’s 95 years!

Cockney rhyming slang for “wife”…. “trouble and strife”

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