Sunday Night at Gran’s
Give us a toon, Winnie, Grandma would say
as we settled down after our tea.
Ripples of liquid poetry flowed
from the fingers of my spinster Aunt,
to enchant us and set the mood.
Give us a song, Joan, she’d say
and the Eriskay Love Lilt would woo us
in silvery soprano notes
from my youngest Aunt
when shivers down spines would seduce us.
Now you, Bob, would elicit
a song far too explicit
for young ears, Gran complained
as French Uncle Bob crooned
Auprès de ma Blonde
il faut bien , il faut bien dormir.
Bob set the tone for Grandpa,
deaf as a post but still game
to warble a rude one
we all knew by heart:
Johnny with his Cam-er-a.
How about Marion? And my Mum
would groan and play with aplomb
and much too fast, her only party piece.
Hungarian Rhapsody Number two
by Liszt. Played like that, it was jolly.
Duets would follow from unwilling siblings
Sylvia and Vivienne.
London Pride we could do without squabbling
but my Grandfather’s Clock was a killer.
A veil will be drawn over vile din from fiddle.
Gran would contribute her best to the party –
the beautiful Alice Blue Gown.
Then the signal to wind up—
crashing chords from the piano
as we asked God to Bless This House,
before we all went to bed.
I couldn’t leave Winnie’s programme uncredited – it is still one of my very favourite pieces of music, Chopin’s Fantasie-Impromptu in C sharp minor, Opus 66, played on this clip by Valentina Igoshgina:
Saturday’s Music prompt at http://dversepoets.com/2012/05/05/poetics-our-music/ coincided with a flood of ideas and far too many posts yesterday, so I’ve saved it for Open Link Night at the Pub.