I have to admit, I don't really know any Blackpool
characters. I hear names, but these words just blend into a history of colour,
long remembered. I don't really know anyone of real note.
Some people will say, "but you know Oz?" and I
would reply in the affirmative to this however, I have worked creatively with
the chap and don't see him as other do. He is a friend with talent, a very
naughty boy and not the messiah.
For me the biggest and most influential character on the Fylde
Coast Blackpool .
A town who wants to be one thing that seemingly contradicts what it actually
is.
But to write a poem about Blackpool
doesn't excite me. So I've been thinking and cogitating and contemplating and
pondering. I've looked things up and written stuff down. I have pulled apart my
tiny little tautologically filled mind to come at this problem/theme from not
necessarily a different angle, more a less considered path.
I do hope you like it Mr Granger
"OH MY GOD NOOOO!"
The mother was frantic
The father swore and cried
A passer by ran to get the manager
Mobile phones dialled 999
Another twist of the head, sound of bone
A mothers face wears the blood of her infant
Father is on his knees sobbing
It's over in an instant
The child is gone
and the beast continues to feed
Father feels numb
Mother's heart begins to bleed
The manager arrives
Sirens filling the back drop
The horrific scene rapes his senses
Blood soak detailed snap shots.
Loss filled parents embrace
The zoo vet takes his shot
A lion falls to the ground
Flower are laid, in memory of Albert
Dat be it from me dis weeks cuz
Colin
2 comments:
Excellent. Your mind goes to some dark places. Only you could have taken Albert and the Lion and turned it into a scene from a horror film.
Ash
PS - As I'm sure you already know, Albert is regurgitated in the follow-up poem, and returns home safely.
That was the one written after it was show to test audiences that said it was too dark and wanted the character of Albert to return.
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