I hear it is National Poetry Day over there in UK … thanks Speccy.
Yesterday, I read this one to the singing group.
This week the group has had Doug von Koss visiting, so almost anything goes
and a lot of laughter as well as songs and poetry. Me being too often suspicious of
lots of too much sweetness and light, I thought of Jackie Kay and her poem:
My seventy-year-old father put his reading glasses on to help my mother do the buttons on the back of her dress. 'What a pair the two of us are!' my mother said, 'Me with my sore wrist, you with your bad eyes, your soft thumbs!' And off they went, my two parents to march against the, him with his plastic hips. Her with her arthritis, waved at each other like old friends, flapping, where they'd met for so many marches over their years, for peace on earth, for pity's sake, for peace, for peace.
[Jackie Kay, from Life Mask. Bloodaxe, 2005]
Doug repeated the phrase: for pity’s sake, for pity’s sake… echo that.
The picture comes from a few years after the demo of the poem, as we know, the war in Iraq began in spite of all the protests.
Look here for other pictures of George Square in Glasgow and see what a gathering place it is.