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.
© Andrea Neidle. My Life in Poems
My Life in Poems 