Monday, 11 January 2016

David Bowie

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Roundhouse 1970
by Jan Jones

You set me ablaze

In a whirling, patchouli crowd
You ignited me

Fourteen
Square as new soap on the outside
Unformed within
The first touch of your music
Filled me with life
Moulded me
Made me yours
Made me myself

Dizzy in the darkness
Starbursts inside my head

Cool lips
Eyes that saw through to the soul

Boogie on, David
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4 comments:

Francesca Capaldi Burgess said...

Good poem, Jan. The smell of Patchouli still takes me back to the early 70s.

Jan Jones said...

So evocative, isn't it? Thanks for the nice words.

Deborah Carr said...

Love the poem. I still can't quite believe that he has died.

Jan Jones said...

Thanks, Debs. Me neither.