Day Twenty Five

 

Ballad prompt

 

The Ballad of Mick Philpott

 

Back bent under the sheer

Press of six bodies draped there.

Surely children are heavier

for a father to bear?

 

Standing stubborn at the dock

Fingers a sieve to pass tears through.

Pressed unwillingly out by the shock

In our eyes as we silently watch you

 

And judge. For you are unrepentant.

Prison’s not where you should go.

You swear blind- you never meant it,

Sure you’d turn out to be a hero

 

In the ballad of your own life

you were always the puppet master.

Keeping control with the tip of your knife

Who knew it would end in disaster?

 

Back bent under the sheer

Press of six bodies draped there.

Surely children are heavier

for a father to bear?

 

Barrel chested and lordly in reports

Clear now you only loomed so large

up against your chosen child bride cohorts

Throned like a rajah in their regard.

 

Back bent under the sheer

Press of six bodies draped there.

Surely children are heavier

for a father to bear?

 

 

 

About these ads

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s