Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

And Cousin Bruno Came To Lunch - Poem by Alison Cassidy

seventy something
small like a gnome
and olive skinned
with shiny mottled pate

bright blue jacket
mobile phone
hanging from a bright blue cord around your neck

always flirting
and telling jokes
the same old jokes
- very funny too -
the same ponderous delivery
the same beautifully modulated voice
the same generous use of expletives

today was different
you spoke
of the Somme
of the pale green grass
of the bright red poppies
of the endless rows
of crosses
of white crosses
of small white crosses
as far as the eye could see
as far as the eye could see

and your face crumpled
like a paper napkin


Comments about And Cousin Bruno Came To Lunch by Alison Cassidy

  • (8/16/2007 3:38:00 PM)

    My nickname was Bruno when I was growing up. Hence, my interest in reading this. I do not fit this description, however. But what I can identify with most is the reference and part about WWI. It brought back the awfulness of this war. The images your poem evoke will linger with me. (Report)Reply

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  • (10/9/2006 10:56:00 AM)

    ...We think we know someone and appreciate that one fully, until we see their sorrow. It is only then that we truly know another... The repeated phrases are effective, very. And a very affecting poem this is. Love to both you and his memory, Esther (Report)Reply

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  • (10/4/2006 5:02:00 PM)

    Under his withered heart beats gold, on'ya Bruno... (Report)Reply

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  • (10/3/2006 12:27:00 PM)

    Oh the power of expression in this, and the last few lines brought it together so profoundly
    Well done, a strong write indeed
    Love duncan X
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  • (10/1/2006 3:47:00 AM)

    Fondness and frankness shine out from this touching, elegantly crafted, poignant piece. Memorable, AAA. A fine introduction to a human, all too human person. t x (Report)Reply

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  • (9/30/2006 9:39:00 AM)

    Allie, Your use of colors and imagery is fantastic. I nearly shed a tear for Uncle Bruno myself. Great poem
    Hugs,
    Dee
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  • (9/30/2006 6:09:00 AM)

    Excellent images here Alison and the way you mearged in the history and the graves with a relative visiting is brilliant.

    Séamus
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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (9/30/2006 5:26:00 AM)

    FACINATING WRITE, YOUNG LADY....LOVE YOUR CHOICE OF IMAGERY DICTION....WOULD MAKE FOR A FINE IRISH BALLAD....REMINDS ME OF A SONG I KNEW BACK INTHE EARLY 80'S, WE'D SING, WHILST TOSSIN' DARTS AT AN OLE IRISH PUB IN N.Y.......GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE, & WE
    SANG TIL WE DROPPED, & I NEVER EVEN DRANK! (THAT I CAN RECALL)
    FRANK
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 30, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 29, 2010


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