The Old Grey Mayor – A Chained Kyoka – November 29, 2015

in his golden age
[as in frail senior years]
the city’s mayor
took steps to close down
the city’s discotheque

long forgotten
his lively fiery youth
his lustful ways
his quest for adventures
in envy – he betrayed youth

protests rang
among the citizens
petitions signed
marches marched and voices raised
but it was to no avail

the city split
between the young and old
[enter civil strife]
no solution to the crisis
seemed in the offing

then, the mayor’s wife
who never spoke – did that day
in favour of youth
and said it was just envy
that drove the senior mayor

unhealthy
and beyond all reason
the decision made
creating disharmony
among the population

a committee formed
to find a just solution
the mayor huffed
but collaborated
or he’d have lost his votes

the solution found
in the town hall that day
the order withdrawn
now there is a senior’s night
Fridays – at the old dance hall

© G.s.k. ‘15

 

Sunday’s Whirligig

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Mayor Harold Washington” by Gwendolyn Brooks: mayor, beyond, steps, close, never, forgotten, begin, health, age, enter, senior, adventure

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26 thoughts on “The Old Grey Mayor – A Chained Kyoka – November 29, 2015

  1. Made me think of the song (probably intentionally) – the old grey mare she ain’t what she used to be (now I am showing my age!) – i love the build up and the humour at the end…of course a seniors dance is important..we all need to sparkle up now and again…

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    • To tell the truth Jae Rose,the title wasn’t intentional. I wrote the whole thing through and started to publish when I realized that I hadn’t put a title up at all and lopped off the first thing that came to mind … what I thought was probably pretty banal – just The Old Grey Mayor – describing the mayor … later on I realized that in some parts of the world Mayor and mare are often homophones. I tend to pronounce an -er sound at the end of mayor. And as for not being what she used to be … my wrinkles and aches are showing pretty much. Glad you enjoyed the poem … it was fun to write and yes, we all need to sparkle up now and again.

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  2. Ha…love the video…that old Italian guy is a great dancer…The poem is very Italian. It reminds of
    of a black and white Fellini movie with that small town setting. I imagine a lot of tenor singing,dancing in the streets and forehead slapping where you live:) ….Maybe in Sicily anyway.

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    • LOL … Maybe in Sicily but definitely not in our pre-Alp ex-Austrian region … but there’s probably something Italian hidden in this – I do like the vision of a black and white Fellini movie in a small town setting. Thanks Cressida for passing by and have a great week

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