Not One to be a Snitch (But)
Naming no names
when I was five
our Jeff made a catapult,
stapled Mrs Critchely.
I played dead
didn't move,
silent
with guilty excitement.
Our Jeff sawed
a worm in half.
I screamed,
ran to mum
as he pulled apart
a daddy long-legs.
a worm in half.
I screamed,
ran to mum
as he pulled apart
a daddy long-legs.
When he caught an eel
in the quarry he built
a well,
then made me
a pram wheeled
push cart.
in the quarry he built
a well,
then made me
a pram wheeled
push cart.
Sometimes
he pinched.
he pinched.
That time fire
caught and killed
all the budgies
in our Jeffs shed,
strangers called
with birdy birds,
featherless birds,
scraggy birds.
Even though
our Jeff didn't have
a new shed,
he couldn't say no.
caught and killed
all the budgies
in our Jeffs shed,
strangers called
with birdy birds,
featherless birds,
scraggy birds.
Even though
our Jeff didn't have
a new shed,
he couldn't say no.
Somehow I knew
this was important,
in a terribly good way.
this was important,
in a terribly good way.
And it seems to me
big brothers
are awfully wonderful,
and wonderfully awful
to a small girl,
who wore glasses
and a silly dress.
big brothers
are awfully wonderful,
and wonderfully awful
to a small girl,
who wore glasses
and a silly dress.
And naming
no names
our Jeff
used to laugh
in his sleep.
no names
our Jeff
used to laugh
in his sleep.
Our Aud says
"he stiill does."
Laura Taylor
Wed 27th Jul 2011 10:09
Ahhhh...this is lovely, a great tribute to the big brother. I have one myself, and in between trying to kill him by various sneaky means, I also worshipped the ground he walked on. He, in between trying to kill me, would also defend me to the last, and lamped several people who bullied me as a kid. He also nicked all my fags and threatened to grass me up heh :D
I really enjoyed this Stella :)