The 1960s

The 1960s was a fabulous time to be growing up. Student revolution, flower power, Bob Dylan, the Beatles and Spurs winning the ‘Double’.

And with the death of  President Kennedy, his brother Robert, Martin Luther King, Marilyn Monroe and Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones, a time ripe for poetry.

This poem, written shortly after the death of Brian Jones, was published in the poetry magazine, Enigma. I also sent it to the radio  DJ John Peel. I still have the postcard he sent me with his reply.

To Brian Jones

I dreamed your death

before it was conceived

Acid on your mind

Held your hand

limp and flaccid

skin upon skin

whites of eyes staring.

Acid on your mind

stopped your ears with chlorine

feet twitching

in a mad dance of death.

The watcher turns his back

A generation weeps

And I who never wept or cried

I will not dream again.

 

I always feel a bit sad and reflective on new year’s eve. Here’s a poem I wrote at the end of 1966.

Seeing the old year out

Look over your shoulder

and the year has gone

Gone with the tide

and the sea-washed sandcastles

Gone with the rust of autumn leaves

swept up in a heap

by twilight men

Children are sliding

on the frozen park lake

and the gulls sweep

past my window

Look over your shoulder

Tomorrow is standing

in my light

Turn around for a second

and say goodbye

to the sands as endless

as time itself

and the dust that lies

thick upon remembered things

the sun on the bodies

of golden girls

the sky lit night

the shooting stars

that fell upon your dreams.

© Andrea Neidle. My Life in Poems

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