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Unread 05-05-2022, 06:55 PM
F.F. Teague F.F. Teague is offline
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Hi John,

Yes, super cinders. And thanks for appreciating the alliteration! I enjoyed writing that one

I enjoyed 'Tonic' too. I like the scene-setting; it's great to see crickets again. I'm wondering where 'the municipal woods' might be and I like the timing, 'the autumn equinox'. It's great that there's a boombox; mostly I just listen to music on my laptop, although it's pretty good. Adrian made his recommendation based on the quality of the speakers and so on. And there's the Technics Hi-Fi for entertaining, purchased 1999. The lyrics to 'Outside of That' are quite hard to listen to. I can relate to some of it, unfortunately. Well, that'll all turn up in the Shady MS, idc.

For now, I've thought of another approach to poetry and music: you write a poem and then it inspires you to write a piece of music. So here's another that turned out a bit F&F, but I'm thinking in terms of a piano interpretation or something on my mini-keyboard. What do you think? Anyway, here it is:


Hoss

I watch our Aidy trundling up the path
astride his wooden horse. It's quite a climb;
his little legs are working very hard
to reach the top. Then Mum calls, Dinner time!

from somewhere in the house. He hears and turns
and starts to ride back down again. So fast!
He laughs, I laugh, and then he hits a kerb,
falls backwards off the horse. I hear Dad's Blast!

as everything goes upside down. Graham runs
to fetch me as the blue wheels spin and spin.
The Herald roars. Mum trips over a shrub
while rushing to the car. We get Aidy in

and have to hold him tight. He seems asleep
as I count all the freckles on his face.
We stop, get out. Dad carries. Mum's saying, Please.
I don't know where we are. A spooky place

of rows of chairs and little tables. Toys,
but frightening things, like giants, staring eyes,
a white-coat man, he's talking, Dad's annoyed,
then pictures, Aidy's head, and then his cries

from just outside the room, but then he laughs
and laughs, our lad, and we go home again.
We play I-Spy. He tells us, H for Hoss!
and Graham says he hasn't got a brain.

🐴 <-- Hoss head