Fall out

.

It’s never pleasant

when a father-daughter bond

is strained to breaking

.

by Scooj

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.

146. The Bearpit (6)

This post is governed more by events than any kind of planning on my part. Last week I photographed this small wooden plaque recognising the great talents of DJ Derek. Any of you who have followed this blog for a while may remember this post of a stencil by Stewy in Leonard Lane.

DJ Derek, The Bearpit, Bristol, March 2016
DJ Derek, The Bearpit, Bristol, March 2016

There is some sad news today; news reports are claiming that the remains of Derek Serpell-Morris have been found in Patchway, North Bristol. There will be a collective sigh of sadness as people in Bristol become aware of the fate of this iconic character.

The catchphrase on the plaque is now burdened with a heavy irony given the circumstances of his disappearance and passing. I don’t know who the  plaque is by, but it is signed MTB.

This is a sad day indeed.

 

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