The day the laughter died

Written in honour of Robin Williams – a true entertainer that had a huge impact on this girls childhood. I can’t think of a favourite childhood movie that didn’t have him in it. From Aladdin, Flubber, Hook to Dead Poets Society, Good Will Hunting and even more recently Happy Feet.

 

The day the laughter died…

shock waves and sadness

a piece of my youth – gone

I always thought Peter Pan lived forever.

Sparkling blue eyes

decades of smiles

like ripples across an ocean

throngs of characters

transcending time

always and forever

caught inside life’s hour glass

trying to break free

a special kind of magic

never before and never again

will our hearts warm

like you warmed them

our genie

our doctor

our captain

remember

turn at the second star

nanu nanu.

 

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Bourne Road

Pooky’s Poetry Prompt 11:

 

 

Back in the days of jeans and bandana’s
I would tip toe along the old stone brick walls
taking a swing on the old iron gate
into the old tennis-racket shaped road.
We were the children of the River Bourne
playing happily above our ancient wood
cycling in circles around our bubble
waiting to venture down the unknown path.
We created chalk worlds on the grey pavement
where our art reflected our village life
of summer carnivals and bonfire nights
bringing this circle into another vibe.
I remember standing outside my home
eighteen years of me imprinted in those bricks
echoes of laughter bound through the parish
as I waltzed into the woods, goodbye.
The 90s children have all grown and gone
new pedals and canine friends take their place
but the brown robins are still all twittering
like the old ladies down by station house.
The road I grew up on belongs elsewhere
in a time of jeans and bad bandana’s
when dancing to ‘Under the Sea’ was cool
and dinner was hot curry sauce on chips.
 

For my mum

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Brown bear, you were there before I could walk

Before I could laugh; before I could dream;

Brown bear, you were there before I could talk;

Before I could cry; before I could scream.

My life story in intertwined with yours

We unearthed the world one step at a time

We climbed hills and walked across the moors

Our corner of the world was so sublime.

Seasons have turned and I’ve grown like a tree

I’ve flown the nest; I work in the city;

But here you are! Still watching over me

Just how nature intended it to be.

There is just one thing I would like to say;

Thank you mother, for being there, always.

Notes:

1. Photo taken from http://www.bitstrips.com/ – one of my latest Facebook-related addictions. It’s really fun and useful when wanting to wind up your mates 😉

2. Mum, you said you preferred poems that rhymed so I wrote this one just for you :p