Red, White, Blue

Red, Anger. Raging socialists screaming at lifeless screens.

White, Innocence. A sickly perfect diamond choir.

Blue, Cold. Freezing spectators lining the icy waters.

Red, Passion. A baby boom 9 months after 'that amazing night with him'.

White, Cleanliness. Hundreds of volunteers slaving over endless cigarette stubs and pieces of chewing gum.

Blue, Loneliness. A solitary scottish duke, forced out of the celebrations.

Red, White, Blue

Listen

A meal in the dining room. A game in the living room. The people are divided. I hear the tip-tap of dog claws on a hard wooden floor, as the small, white balls of fur run from friend to friend. A cry of uproar simultaneously sounds from both rooms. Perhaps a father has told a joke. Perhaps a game has been won and lost. Then through the din, a single melody reaches my ears. It is the smooth blues of a jazz pianist, improvising on the sleek, black piano. I lie back on my pillow and close my eyes to the beautiful music as I sink into the land of dreams.

Evacuee

Everywhere around me
                                     children cried
                                                           mothers wept
Valiantly I stepped onto the station
A single tear trickled down my face
                                                         my last goodbyes
Carefully I stepped onto the steaming train
Under my shirt butterflies fluttered
Everything I ever knew
                                     lost forever
Everyone I ever knew
                                    never seen again