A new poem this time. I was trying to explore the concept of the social construction of gender. I wanted there to be a more traditional perspective as a counterpoint as well.
THE PINK PUSH CHAIR
Does it work?
I was concerned that the phrase turned her head was too esoteric so I asked around and to my relief, around here, at least, it is not.
THE PINK PUSH CHAIR
Laughter
at the toddler
who
rolls a pink toy pushchair
away,
towards, repetitive action.
She
observes he
will need gender realignment.
She
knows how boys behave, real boys that is,
for
she has a son. He sits very close.
I
have made the mistake of contradiction,
this
is why she laughs at the pram pusher.
Gender
cannot be a social construction
that
changes over time and culture.
She
knows better, she is a mother.
I
debate telling her that once I was like that child,
but
this would just prove she was correct.
In
truth I am bored; we sit in a park, neutral territory.
Her
best friend has married me,
obviously
I have turned her head, she sighs,
women
are susceptible to that sort of thing.
Does it work?
I was concerned that the phrase turned her head was too esoteric so I asked around and to my relief, around here, at least, it is not.
I write this on the 70th anniversary of VE Day, Victory in Europe. It is also the day after a General Election in the UK. I want to remember the Second World War, the sacrifice of a generation, the people who died so we can live like we do today.
I often write about my father. On VE Day he was on leave in Rome. He had been in the Army for over 6 years and had been in Africa and Italy. He believed in the Welfare State, in support for people who needed it, for medical care that was free at the point of delivery, for free education, as well as free speech.
I regret that the government of this country has eroded those high ideals.
This poem was written today.
VE DAY 2015
seventy years on we've torn up the social contract
demolished the Welfare State
forgotten we are in this together
I sound like an antique
but this day at least remember the fallen
some people gave everything
so we could fritter it all away
OK it's rough, I sound like I'm preaching but sometimes that works in it's favour. I'll leave you to judge.
Here's Art Pepper playing Lost Life.
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