My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

1977

The King was dead

our mothers crying.

I still remember

Elvis dying.

Those punk pounded days

not easily forgotten.

When Sid was Vicious

and Johnny was Rotten.

Marc Bolan, hair curly

The Metal Guru.

A passenger in his Mini

An untimely death too.

American cop series

too many, too much.

The Rockford Files, Kojak

Starsky and Hutch.

BBC’s 1 and 2

And then ITV.

Flag waving patriots, the

Queen’s silver jubilee.

All this I remember

All this and much more.

I was much younger then

when life was no chore.

Christopher Farley – 2012.

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6 thoughts on “1977

  1. I really like this! Am I fan of such writings, and this tribute to the 70’s in rhyme was very pleasing ro read πŸ™‚

  2. Reblogged this on MorgEn Bailey's Writing Blog and commented:

    17th August 1977. I remember it well (I was 10). I was visiting an aunt the day after her birthday and two days before mine…

  3. I remember being in the kitchen and my Mum in tears with a copy of The Sun and its “King Elvis is dead” headline.

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