Tag: Death

Summer holiday

I remember the day you died

we had been playing all of us
in the garden around the house.
We squeezed in the car for a trip
oh! happy day with my cousins

I remember the day you died

I looked forward to the summers
spending time with your family
you were all like siblings to me
at least, during the holidays

I remember the day you died

we had a tumble, you and I
and our heads banged hard leaving bumps
your head small, you were only two
you shed tears and after we laughed

I remember the day you died

I left you then to stay over
with our grandparents for a while
and that was it
I wouldn’t see you again

That was the day you died

drowned alone in the swimming pool.
The call came through to my grandma
I’d never seen them cry before.
Then the sadness that never left.

I still had the bump on my head
something from you so tangible
I wanted to keep it always
but it went as I knew it would.

Many years have passed little cuz.

I can’t forget the day you died.

by Scooj

For E.K.

On College Green

 

Crows strutting their stuff;

I am suspicious of their

murderous intent.

 

by Scooj

574. The Bearpit (33)

Very close to the Mr Klue/Decay collaboration, John D’oh has been busy with his 2016 stencil. A great many of John D’oh’s pieces are edgy or political, but this one I think captures the feelings of a majority of Bristolians, that for many reasons 2016 was not a good year, and the Grim Reaper is welcome to it.

John D'oh, The Bearpit, Bristol, January 2017
John D’oh, The Bearpit, Bristol, January 2017

I love John D’oh’s stencils as they are usually contemporary with uncomplicated messages and often replicated in several sites. Both of these were in the same area of the Bearpit, and there was at least another one too.

John D'oh, The Bearpit, Bristol, January 2017
John D’oh, The Bearpit, Bristol, January 2017

I very much hope that 2017 brings more hope and joy to the city, but I suspect it won’t. I sense a rebellious undercurrent will oppose injustice in all it forms and be expressed in a typically Bristolian way. Graffiti art will play its part, and John D’oh will most likely be at the heart of it.

Funeral talk

 

Uncomfortable

conversations about death.

Inevitable.

 

by Scooj

Tragedy and Celebrity

 

It has come of age,

celebrity, and now we

mourn collectively.

 

by Scooj

Drift away

.

An opened window

to let his soul leave the room;

I believe he left.  

.

by Scooj

Waiting it out

 

Inexorable

my time in time will come, but

will I welcome it?

 

by Scooj

Sweet death

 

Intoxicated

by your seductive perfume

I’m drawn to my fate.

 

by Scooj

Leaving

 

It’s complicated

me and my father; and now

he leaves one last time.

 

by Scooj

Crows

 

Guardians of my

soul, they wait patiently for

my death, cackling.

 

By Scooj

 

  • cackling – 3 syllables?