Rambling Rose

Well three out of the last four blog posts are in Welsh and that is a record for me. I'm in Manchester as I write this. I will be in Liverpool tomorrow and Thursday and then back in West Wales on Friday. My M.A in Playwrighting at the University of Salford is drawing to a close and I am back in the North West to get some feedback on my final draft before hand in date. I'm not satisfied but then I never am. I am using characters as mouthpieces for my political views and I don't have a story or plot.  My work is a rambling rose that does not smell so sweet. I ramble, I meander. My written work is a metaphor for my life. No Plan, No Plot. Just a rambling man! I have however written another 'slim volume' of poetry which will be thrown into my coffin with me and here as a 'freebie' is the first poem from the collection which you can order by clicking here.

http://www.lulu.com/shop/david-williams/limbo-land/paperback/product-21778390.html

Eartha Kitt’s Eyes

“You’re the Sheik of Arabie

Please belong to me”!

Sang Eartha Kitt to Nat King Cole

Spiritual Prisoners in a Black Skin

That burnt in Alabama

Trees that bare strange fruit

Again the tired, worn out suggestions to authoritarian bigotry.

Once again, the White Man plays God.

“White Man No good, Full of shit”

Said the Bedouin tribesman as he emptied another Tommy’s Bedpan

In the dust of a Tangier Sunset

There is something in this man’s eyes that says love

Eartha Kitt’s eyes loved Nat King Cole

Who learnt Spanish grammatically.

Barry, who was a Yankee Doodle Dandy in Popeye’s Coffeeshop on the Haarlemstrasse.

Remembered the Klu Klux Clan of Crescent City, Florida, and dreaming of Castro.

All this and more seen through Eartha Kitt’s Eyes.