HOLDING COURT

Remembering the past. Also note that there is a short film of this poem that I made recently. You can find it on Vimeo. Just type in the search window: GRAEME RICHARDSON - AARDVARK FILMS

 

He was a slave to cultural controlling gestures.

With a nutty smooth fist

Holding a cigarette constantly in smoke.

But it never seems to burn.

He drops his head on an incline,

When he thinks his trivial, pointless argument

Can be punctuated without eye contact.

Yet this behavioural trait is broken with a big grin,

A coquettish whip of his fringe,

And a raucous laugh.

A chortle that breaks the room of all other activities.

Slowly, as if motion stops,

He rests his hand on his chin as his laughter subsides.

Then, in a millisecond!

His outward appearance resumes to total command.

The consummate bespoke ringleader.

 

What eyes.

Electric, demanding of attention,

What hair.

Snowy hard an’ all bushy,

What theatrical pretentiousness.

So accurately lost in egotism,

And fashionable sycophancy.

 

Ahhhh,

What a night!

It lingers in my mind often.

As an innocent youthful legacy.

 

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Interesting video..."still allowing get togethers of the tribe"
Standing room only.
For most the pandemic is four walls of craziness.
Life suspended, the cigarette dangling, unsmoked...
almost as if we are waiting for the Director to yell, "Action!"

j.

[Graeme Richardson]

Hi Jacob. Thank you for your comment. And for watching my video. I've done some more videos of my poetry, and, I'm planning to do future ones also. In fact, I'm working on one right now. Speak soon...

[John the Baptist]

As long as one can look back with a sense of amusement, as seems the case here, nostalgia is harmless. It's when one gets hooked on the past, either negatively or positively, that trouble makes its entrance.

[Graeme Richardson]

Thank you for your comment.