Writers note: The words that are printed in bold are taken from Sussex poet the late Ted Walker. The piece was written for a competition for the 2015 Shoreham ‘Wordfest’ where a phrase from any of his poems was to be incorporated into a piece of writing.
On that day,
That egg-shell-blue-sky day,
That ordinary middle-of-the-week day….
In the early morning, nobody knew
As nobody ever does know…….
What would be at its end.
As children, heedless of their Mother’s calls
Argued from the other side of bathroom doors
Mouths frothing too much paste,
And young execs shoved down a piece of toast
Whilst checking on their lap-tops
That speech for later……
None would have thought
It would have ended as it did.
And we, who in another place
Far away from homeland shores,
Held hands and floated in a misty honeymoon ecstasy
Into that day, where only love was possible
And troubles non-existent,
Would not have even considered…..
That such a dark Golgotha
Was about to be unleashed.
On that day,
That July day
That at it’s dawning,
When challis lip in flood of sunrise
Dips the moon in blood,
We would not have known
That later, when all the hours had gone
That called it that day,
The moon would cast upon those London streets
An anguished blood-stained shroud.
Chrystabell July 7th 2015 ©