Freddie Mercury, aged 15

Posted: September 11, 2014 in urban poems

He missed those after school rituals,
fags behind the bike sheds, flirting
girls who had one more button undone
than regulations allowed. Not for him
following the crowd
into shops lifting what they could.

Down a disused siding sat an old signal box,
smashed windows, broken locks.
Taking dodgy wooden steps two-by-two
he raced up to his stage. Took off his blazer
hung it on one shoulder and gazed
beyond the terraces
at an audience only he could see.
One hand on hip,
he grabbed a lever,
yanked it towards his mouth,
mimed songs ringing in his ears.
Then throwing it forward and breaking free,
strutted through broken glass.
He stepped and spun on egg shells.
Twisted round and spun again.
Pouted before that final move.

Feet wide apart
head bowed to earth,
one hand reaching for the stars.

  1. Carole says:

    Wow. You have him pinned . . .

  2. claudia says:

    we often only see the success of the famous singers and players but no one knows how hard they worked and how big they dreamed so they got there… well penned

  3. MarinaSofia says:

    Ha, yes! I can imagine him doing just that. I don’t think he fit in too well at school. Great image you’ve created there!

  4. Ahh..Freddie Mercury is one of my favorites.. such a brave and free and kind soul too.. It made me so furious that his country of origin refused to acknowledge his gift..for only his natural orientation of life…

    Yes..perhaps he never reproduced a flesh and blood life..but so many lives even through the act are inspired by him..

    The lessons of life are never simple..but why should it be that truly love is in the unconditional never complicated..when set free…

    like Freddie Mercury..the angels do roar upon the earth..
    in refrain of

    once again….

  5. Maybe walking on that razor-edge between straight and queer is the road to success… at least you double your audience.

  6. brian miller says:

    it is interesting to think on the life of one like freddie…far too many of them are taken from us early…and i have to wonder at times what more we would have seen of them if given the chance…dancing so close to the flame…often leaves them burnt

  7. ayala says:

    so many living on the edge have gone too soon…good capture.

  8. He was incredible, so much talent, and that voice range he had. One of a kind. You have captured him well, especially love those last three lines. Him in a nutshell.

  9. Freddie was my all time favourite. I certainly appreciated him, loved all his music and was devastated when he died as I had not managed to see him live in concert. Gone too soon. As you say Brian it happens in that world all too often.

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