I do tend to riff on a theme with my posts, whether they be about heirlooms, social media, sculpture, etc, and it seems I have got my needle stuck, so to speak, once more. Following on from my last post, I have continued along similar lines with a spot of poetry. Now, I'm not the type to hold candlelit vigils to beloved icons, or play records or films over and over, but a muse is a muse, and when inspiration hits, I let my pen / keyboard do the talking.
Here's the poem. It's not great, but it comes from heart and head, like all good things should.
Dedicated to a Soul Diva
Colt-like gait
Vibrato chin
A vocal tornado
With a megawatt grin
Massive hair
Disco-wigged perm
Emotional crescendo
Life’s reaffirmed
Car crash TV
Drug humiliation
A mother’s intervention
Forced realisation
Crack breakdown
Came back strong
But demons that dogged you
Hung around for too long
So now - gone
Soul music, bereft
But according to my CD player
It’s like you never left
Leather lunged legacy
Sheer vocal power
Remembered through my hairbrush
Channelled in the shower
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