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

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the order withdrawn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

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…


    • 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.


  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.


    • 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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