Do you remember too

Saturday night/hit the town/

hit the clubs/get on down/

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flash of thigh/dancing queen/

casual glance/know what I mean/

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whispered phrase/another drink/

shy response/pretty in pink/

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hand in hand /across the floor/

jealousy waits/wanting more/

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two kissing heads/frozen pose/

what was said/no-one knows/

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a crass remark/expected silence/

flick knife blade/ultra violence/

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once again/night of fear/

never forget/ blood red tear/

Reviews

[Eilis]

Wow, Dee, I really like the way this poem turns into something completely unexpected. You set a great scene at the beginning with a kind of happy-go-lucky party atmosphere with people meeting and greeting and having a good time. Your rhyme works really well to further that sense that everything is great and fun and we’re all here just to party.

But then there’s this kind of melting of the scene and the two people kissing seems to signify the start of a nasty fight. Perhaps one fella has his hands on another fella’s girl. Never expected the knife to come out, but that’s a credit to the crafting of the poem. You created a build that allowed for this element of surprise to turn everything upside down, which is pretty much what I would expect a scene like this to look like in real life experience. Where everything is great, until it isn’t.

Really enjoyed this and how you managed to create this space that could shift from one thing to another so fluidly and rapidly. Great work.

[Dee Oddbins]

thank you so much, Eilis, yes there is a knife culture here in the UK, where a great night out can turn nasty and violent very quickly, if it is not one guy with a knife, it is 8 guys kicking and stamping , thank you again for such a good review

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I wonder if you get inspiration by the song Friday night Saturday morning. That poem have just so many simulate expressions.

[Dee Oddbins]

thank you so much, yes I am a fan of the Specials, but it wasn't in my mind when I wrote this, I think we have shared similar nights out, lol

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This song kick into my head when I read first lines. It's very lifting song after heavy night when you don't have money. I was actually first heard that song from Nouvelle Vague . Then i discover the Specials. I really like their sounds it's always set me to the right mood.

But your poem on the end turn to more vicious tone . That's like more Tiger Lilies if we keep referring to music. I can say i was never at this kind of blade situation. Lately at news it's looks like London turn to back to Victorian era with those knife attacks. By the well observe and well written .