It's a good poem, Bill. It triggered memories as I read - which made me
smile! Let your writing arm prosper in 2018!
Andrew
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On 27 December 2017 at 07:00, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> How come some
> memories jag
> fully formed,
> others skedaddle
> hardly registering?
>
> Nought to do
> with 'importance'.
> A white polyester shirt,
> small collars,
> rasped my school skin
>
> but looked cool,
> basking under a v-neck.
> At a friend's place,
> above his mother's shop,
> wagging school,
>
> Ross, cross-legged
> on bare floorboards,
> playing for me
> Roger Waters,
> Noises from the Body.
>
> Sitting stiffly,
> wagging Modern History,
> with ample Dianne,
> on a floral lounge chair,
> watching soap.
>
> Picking what I now know
> to be cotoneaster berries,
> Bob piffing them at me,
> sprung with a red
> handful.
>
> Mr Taylor unable
> to find it in himself
> to condemn,
> shaking his head.
> 'You're a layabout, Morter.'
>
> Years of tests,
> assemblies, instructions,
> yellow bus trips,
> hitched rides,
> all forgotten.
>
> In the clearing,
> snippet caught
> on Spanish bus radio,
> stands a boxer.
> Ly the ly ...
>
> and I'm back
> in the bazaar,
> with Daphne now,
> the notes drifting
> out through flywire
>
> on the window
> of her brother's bungalow.
> Dimly the street name
> even comes,
> Landsdowne.
>
> bw
>
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Andrew
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