The Gigger at Balderton

AuburnScribbler

Winds did gust; on Hawton bridge,

as the vests worked on,

next the sheen, upon the lake,

was a throne to swan,

 

its wings did flutter like a fan,

but heat; was not the day,

thus, its flaps; were like war dance,

shooing all away,

 

with that, my exit made,

my walk, turned into streets,

where empty retail units,

showed some gold defeats,

 

and that is when I heard him,

in village hall divine,

singing to a simple crowd,

their hymn, Sweet Caroline,

 

I heard it in his voice,

despair of wear and tear,

repeating the same show,

every-bloody-where,

 

no songs to tell his story,

drunks know what they like,

treated him like jukebox,

whilst overriding mic!

 

In mind, I did console,

for I too share the stage,

such a state of bland control,

that puts our love in cage,

 

hence, I did retreat,

hoping change would come,

then curtain clouds; did open up,

revealing warming sun!

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 26th, 2024 07:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is the third instalment of my recent “promenade poems”, and this time, I walked to the nearby Newark suburb, Balderton, of which again, I have some pleasant (and not so pleasant) memories. I went the “back way” via Hawton Lane bridge, that overlooks the lake, and then I dawdled into town, where an oh so familiar scene played out. I’m not sure if he was a wedding singer, or just playing a normal gig, but being a fellow performer, I did feel for him. The muddy feeling of delivering the same set again and again, so much so, that certain songs, such as Neil Diamond’s Sweet Caroline, have now become embedded into our everyday culture. I know that a thing such as a live gig, is supposed to be a joyous occasion, but please folks, for the love of sanity, a little bit of variety please? I have chosen the banner picture of the sparklers and candles, because to me, it depicts a usual scene of celebration. Anyway, I do hope that you enjoy “The Gigger at Balderton”, I hope to have another “promenade poem” written soon, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    Such a classical feel to this poem it leaves an older feel. Nicely done

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read and for very encouraging words sorenbarrett, they are very much appreciated.

      I hope that all is well.

    • Bella Shepard

      I can certainly understand how the gigger must tire of the same old playlist over and over. But I can also understand, at the same time he willingly plays for the crowd the songs they know by heart and love to sing, the need to have variety to keep it fresh for the muscian. Such a balance to strike. A wonderful poem my friend, hoping the warming sun is a good sign.

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read, for your lovely words of praise, and for favouriting this poem Bella, it is very much appreciated.

        I am glad that you agree, about a certain yearning balance that is raised in this poem, but sadly, most of the time, because of the unfairness of the numbers, the same old stuff is on repeat.

        I do hope that there can be more openness and appreciation, for all tastes and for the originality of performers.

        Thanks again, and I do hope that all is well.

      • Goldfinch60

        More wonderful words Ben, and hearing music as well makes life even better.

        Andy

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thanks for the read and for your very kind words Andy, and yes, let the music play on, but let us try ever so hard, to make sure that it is all music.

          I hope that all is well.



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