Napoing, napoing, ping pong ping pong. Leanne Bridgewater moment.
So, I’m inspired by Anna P’s prose poem using the Jo Bell prompt number five to:
Write about a great historic moment and how it affected – or didn’t affect – your life. Diana’s death in Paris – 9/11 – the assassination of a political leader. Resist the urge for great philosophical pronouncements. Just tell it like it was.
Anna P wrote about Diana’s death, and I pretty much loved the comedy and avoidance of it. So here is my take.
My grandfather collected you,
stamps, and you, I remember
photographs, you are slim and look
like you could play golf.
when you die I cry, collective tears
when he dies I don’t, ten years old.
You didn’t outlive him for long.