Duke Ellington Blue



The lines on his face were etched with rum
his eyes drooped down
they were battered folds of red
veined with the purple fist of poverty
He  had a 24 hour, vacant look about it him – it said he was open to all offers
scavenging troweling for that one golden thread of hope that would save him
from the abattoir of gloom
Sometimes he still strummed the notes on his shotgun  guitar
his fingers like bloodied bananas fried in ghee
he was a shadow in his own land
an exile of no worth
his army fatigues were clubbed with GLORY
but his smile was cut with cremated dreams.

Saira Viola

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3 Responses to Duke Ellington Blue

    1. Oh goodness so moving , so so moving .

      Comment by Jenny bergman on 21 April, 2016 at 8:01 am
    2. Have you ever seen a banana in ghee ? So ghee is clarified butter , this vet’s hands would be pulverised and bloody . It is a disgrace how war veterans are treated and this poem reflects that beautifully .

      Comment by Pippa on 21 April, 2016 at 3:45 pm
    3. Excellent piece..Love this one. So descript it sears.

      Comment by Unitas Quick on 29 April, 2016 at 8:05 pm

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