I remember the day our Queen was crowned.

one house a cinema for the day;

neighbours jostling to view small grey

face encased in coffin of dark wood.


Street celebrations in progress; ration book

food spread leanly along makeshift tables,

flags standing to attention centre stage,

blank faces on miniature horse-guards.


After, a fancy dress parade; Queen of Hearts

out to impress and eager to win,

bedraggled after juice spill, blue bleeding red,

tiny hearts ripped apart and wasps delirious.


I remember the day our Queen was crowned;

our tortoise left home.


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ina
    Aug 25, 2011 @ 14:09:43

    Hi Christine,

    what a lovely poem, you bring that day alive so very well, the atmosphere of those fifties! I admire your Queen for serving her country for so long already.

    The coffin of dark wood, I love that description πŸ™‚ I can remember when we children watched tv at our neighbours (although a decade later) like that.

    The last sentence gives it a nice and surprising twist. 2 events equally impressive for a child!

    Love and a big hug πŸ™‚



  2. journeyintopoetry
    Aug 25, 2011 @ 14:12:54

    Thank you Ina.

    I think the tortoise event was more important to me on that day!

    Love and hugs to you too

    Christine xx


    • Ina
      Aug 25, 2011 @ 15:30:54

      Did the tortoise ever come back?

      I remember there was a tortoise in kindergarten, called Knakker. 19 years later my son went there (well new building) and there also was tortoise. It took me years to realise it was the same one, with a different name! πŸ™‚ They can get very old.


      • journeyintopoetry
        Aug 25, 2011 @ 15:56:38

        Not that time Ina sadly. He used to walk up the road regularly, but to his disgust somebody always picked him up and brought him back. This time they obviously had other plans for him.
        He was so lovely. I think tortoises have such kind faces. :0 xx

  3. deano aka klym8
    Aug 28, 2011 @ 17:18:48

    thank gawd you remember it lol without your poem id NEVER know wotthe event was like:-p youv brought the whole moment alive πŸ™‚ AWWWWwwwww poor tortoise..amazing thinbgs that as a child you rememberd…….and wot to you was soo important………LOVED IT πŸ™‚ WELL DONE YOU(AGAIN) XX:-0XX


  4. journeyintopoetry
    Aug 29, 2011 @ 10:06:15

    Thank you Dean, you are very encouraging.

    And yes, I think the part of the day that had most impact was the missing tortoise!


    Christine xx


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