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Alan Corkish

 

 

 

 

 

  Part '2'  INNOCENCE

      Mother
     struggled with
    our birth while
   Christie              [1]
  was killing
     in Rilling
                    ton
                   Place...

  First memories
  slippery as slugs
  tiptoeing like vague
  silhouettes of shadows
  a tortoiseshell cat as big as me
  under the woollen table cloth's
   shade
              lino... cold and worn
  and coloured blocks
  on a tin truck
  the box above the
  open hearth that sang
             and somehow
           a depth of sadness
         came from it too                and
       everyone sat silent as      the word
     Hiroshima                      seeped into my             [2]
                                          undeveloped brain


  Riotous Saturdays;
    pubs closed  an'        singin'
                                  -in-the-lane
      on Jack Crick's shoulders
        as he wades through
             knee  -  deep
           moon  -  stained
                          snow
  then... everyone stops talkin'
  about             aliens                                   [3]
  and  begin    dancin':-
    feet              flyin'
       hokey
            cokeying
  past the V of that
  woollen table-
  cloth               {with me beneath... laffin...
                  *...and yer left leg's in Auntie
           Scag... an' i can see yer
  pale pink knickers...*}

  Crates piled high  by
  the pantry door     and
                          either side
                  of the hearth close by.
  Reaching out to purloin
  a Mackeson       (cos
       it's 'good for u')
  and laughing at
  'Brother Sylvest'
  [#~who has a punch
      that could sink a battleship~
                                    big ship !~#]   [4]    

which booms bass as tin-legged
                               war-hero
                                 Uncle
                                 Archie
         swings mum high by
            the gas mantle's
                    gentle
        hissssssss  sssss  sss  s


  slate  grey      slabs
     and cobbles   mingle
  either side             of a gutter where
  RugMat      the           whippet
  drinks                        and the sun
  struggles to creep
       down into the         narrowness
  touches briefly
  a   brass   tap...
    the curled wrought
      iron   mangle   with
    its yellowed
                 and splintered
             wood
          rollers
  at the wall's              dead  ||
                                     end  | |
  and where
  a boy of  five  ~~~  bare-foot
  [red-hair
   short

  back-and-sides
   ruffled]
  sits on a
  s*a*n*d -stone  step
  inhaling the       scent
                of        poverty
  reading  the      cartoon
  strips in the   Daily Sketch
                     sport's page reveals  Russian Hero
                                                                            
                           Wins The National            [5]
                                    (and Mum had 6d e.w. on it
  tinned salmon for tea)
                                         Shelley       [mother of
                                                       a thousand kittens]
                                     lies close by,
                              squints skywards
                   purrs like the coal-black
          kettle on the leaded grate and
  rolls her rows
     of soft pink nipples to the warmth
         of his ab~sent
     out~stretched hand

  [~...and, on the   flicks, at
                            The Plaza,
                       a fat-man   on a    ferris
                                                     wheel
              is talkin' about
                                              Cuckoo Clocks...~]       [6]



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  [1]The mass killer Reginald Christie began his series of murders in 1944
t his home in 10 Rillinton Place London.
  [2]August 6, 1945. Atomic bomb dropped on the city of Hiroshima.
  [3]In 1947, the most  publicised and best known of alleged 'alien' crashes
appened close to Roswell Air Force Base.
  [4]Popular music-hall song in the1940's; 'I have a brother, Sylvest/ He's
ot a row of forty medals on his chest/ It takes all the army and the navy/
o put the wind up Sylvest/ He's got an arm, like a leg, a lady's leg/ And a
unch that could sink a battleship...etc.'
  [5]Russian Hero won the Grand National at Aintree at 66/1 in 1949.
  [6]Orson Welles' film; 'The Third Man' released in 1949.


 

 

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