Written for the collaborative prompt from Read Write Poem
TENUOUSLY FORGETTABLE MEMORIES
As yet I don’t know which words to delete
Antiquated meditation, perhaps.
Untouched, nobody guards his artefacts,
sacred tribal tatterdemalion
now lost in the courtyards of his villas.
I attempt to scavenge some of the junk
and recognise the badge of civil chrome
on the parked cars belonging to the host
across the alleys, gleaming in the sun.
Nowadays though he hardly leaves the house,
if he resurfaces the Pap’s will pounce,
they scream obscenities in his front yard
and slink away to jettison their bile.
His brilliant tablature will not deplete.
The price you pay for fame - at least he was famous once!
ReplyDeleteI posted an alternative for TOP - check it out.
lovely read!
ReplyDeletegreat post
well done
You put up the TOP link at RWP and vice versa! No that it matters to me, I would have anyways, visited both!
ReplyDeleteAnd no need to delete any words!
I love the first line! Sitting, as it does, in such a self-referential way. I laughed (but quietly, because I am at work).
ReplyDeleteHi Stan, yeah they tell me he was quite a self important guy, I believe he was famouse in his own courtyards!
ReplyDeleteThanks Disturbed Stranger, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Many thanks Gautami, I knew something was wrong but I hadn't figured it out, I've re-posted on RWP
ReplyDeletethank you.
Hi Tom, anything to make you laugh! By the way did you know that I'm on a whisky diet? I lost three days the first week!
a fine response to the prompt, and I enjoyed the clever intro... ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks Rob, I'm pleased that you enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteGetting down to the nitty-gritty here. The best form of fame is definitely that of the writer. He can become a household name, yet no one recognises him.
ReplyDeleteThanks Anthony, I'll take your word for that!
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