Music

Music

How does it go from cheese to -?

Miss mood

‘Snow pearls’-Ella Higginson

Hands on my heart

I’ll be there for every shot

For every raindrop

For every time people mock or throw rocks

Something controversial

Pawnshops

A shop of broken hearts and dreams?

Or just a way of providing a meal?

The shop window is full of jewels

Our eyes gleam

I wonder if they are real

People are desperate to put food on the table

The sales assistant sits and smiles

As though they are your Angel

I think everybody should be able to keep

Their Wedding ring

I feel pity when I listen to the till ch-ching

You can buy a ‘just like new’ TV or Iphone

But remember it is a pawn

American gun control

Standing on the subway

The policeman had a gun

It was the first time I had seen a ‘real’ one

My eyes widened as I imagined being on the run!

It was like I was on a cop show and a car had just been blown!

I felt lucky.

In England we don’t go to school in fear thinking we might

Get shot or hope the metal detectors will protect us

If the police cannot

I had a conversation with a New Yorker,

One of the cities streetwalkers

But we had to agree to disagree!

The impression I got was America

Will not consider a ban on guns

They feel threatened,maybe undressed,unprepared,without guns

But isn’t safety paramount?

How many dead bodies does it take to count?

When I watch the news my heart bursts

Someone has to put their gun down first

It was early

The sun came shining in like a warm friend

There was a summer smell in the breeze

And the colours in the sky ablend

There were birds in the sky in ascent

Ready to catch each other on descent

I loved holidays

Walking downstairs to a breakfast buffet

Rules set by your parents,no horseplay!

Or sliding down the stairway

I used to be ready with my arm bands on

Jumping up and down by the pool,ready to bomb!

Playing around on blown up floats,

Listening to Dad’s rubbish jokes!

On the beach

Playing catch with a beach ball,

Wishing you were tall, watching the crabs crawl over the rocks

I tried to catch fish with a fishing net

Listening to the jets on the water

Making friends from lot’s of different places

Sand in our hair and eating ice cream with smiling faces

Having races to the sea,having a game of Frisbee

Flying a kite in the sunlight,eating peaches that were just ripe

Dreaming of being in the surf,

Living on a surfboard,living on my nerves

When it was late,the sunset made it perfect

We sat at the bar with umbrella’s in our drinks,our pink drinks,

Using curly straws and getting ready for the dancefloor

The disco ball above us made us fall in love and when the comedian came

Out we couldn’t laugh enough