The Day Bowie Died
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– a poem written yesterday for the new collection called “Blue: experiments in sound” which will be finished by the end of this month. Seemed appropriate to share it today…
Blue was a big fan –
the day Bowie died, he wore black, was on Facebook early that morning
telling everyone how devastated he was
and then…
when the outpour of emotion had faded, he realised
that he hadn’t actually had a cup of tea with his hero,
he hadn’t shared a conversation,
nothing had happened that wasn’t one way.
The emotional flow was unreal,
like any feelings we have for someone we have never met –
not the emotion that comes from someone we love, lost
but the emotion – all mixed up – that comes from experiences that mean so much.
Blue takes the emotions he pouted out onto social media
wraps them up in a great big silk scarf – puts it in a box
and climbs the ladder to hide it in his loft
safely away from prying eyes.
Also published on Medium.