Words on a Wing…

ASHES TO ASHES by Clive Holland
(pic by Clive Holland)

Following Cabaret vs Cancer‘s SOLD OUT show at the wonderful Wilton’s Music Hall, a number of audience members asked if I would post the poem I recited on stage so, here it is:

He Struck Me Cold
by Benjamin Louche

If you’re struck by lightning and survive it, it always leaves a mark.
As it was with Mr. Jones, when something told you you should hark,
Hark to the sounds he made, the words he spoke, and to the shape he cut
in that bright spotlight, that crutch-hungry dark, that sweet punch in the gut

as he blazed across the stage, leper messiah, Corinthian, caricature,
You were struck down, yet lifted up, by this thin white provocateur,
And as the lightning struck you, the scar burned bright and deep,
And then it sank, invisible, yet it was always yours to keep.

You wear that flash, that lightning bolt, whether it is seen or no,
Not in imitation but because you have been marked it’s ever there, below,
So paint it on from time to time, it is always yours to wear,
It may not always be visible, but trust me, it’s always there.

~ by benjaminlouche on July 21, 2019.

One Response to “Words on a Wing…”

  1. Right lovely.

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