Claiming half the wall to itself
It regally surveys the cold, hungry room:
two battered chairs and a lonely table;
an embarrassed light bulb hanging darkly from the ceiling,
while the flickering candle grotesquely projects the sitters onto another wall.
This painting of royalty on a white horse, who, despite his victory centuries ago,
now looks down upon a scene of defeat.
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Author:
Bryso (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem recalls an event in the early 1970s when I was working as a social worker in the west of Scotland. BBC radio Scotland wanted to interview people whose electricity had been cut off for non-payment, and I was working with one such family. The father of the young family was in prison for gun running for the UVF in Northern Ireland, a paramilitary loyalist organisation. The living room in the flat had a large portrait of King William of Orange (King Billy), who defeated the Jacobite forces in the Battle of the Boyne, on the wall on his white horse.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
a stark scene you paint with your words nicely done.WW
Thanks WW. I appreciate your comments. Stark indeed it was!
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