When Siouxsie played Brighton

by kvennarad

“… what thou gorgeous wearest, which scarcely keeps thee warm.”

Wm. Shakespeare, King Lear, 2.iv.

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Jennifer by Andrew Ratcliffe

‘Jennifer’ by Andrew Ratcliffe

When Siouxsie played Brighton we
cottaged by the sea, you, me, a bunch
in a transit the colour of dubious day
an hour before light; with one broken

drumstick you played a kind of Roma
music on the guard of an old lecky fire
and I kissed every line of your scowl
and you let me, you let me; we slept

side by side, our shoulders cold out
of our sleeping bags, so we could
wake with our fingers knitted, right
hand to left; you stayed, as guard to

a derry, keeping it for homeless folk;
it rained before I left, I wore nothing to
be dry, shivered in the train, de-Edened,
but believing that two moons, you, me,

could only collide again, and soon, by
the demands of gravity, by its laws;
never; that’s a hard word, but I guess
I’ve grown up, and grown up with it.

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full-moon-icon-hi©Marie Marshall

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