One day
A webbed
Blonde
Mop
Framing
A scrunched
Grin
Sidled out of
The cooking place~
A little like a
Scrambled
Unknown
Soldier
With no
Clear past
And a future
Staggering
Forlornly
With a knapsack
Of backpacking
Questions
~
And there were many one days~
Some James Dean rebellions~
A shred of Byronic romance~
A slow cowboy of all things gaiety~
A sliver of Dylan's gravely flair~
Till finally emerging
Cautiously
As a zero joker~
A small watcher
Of Batman wings
On a dark knight
Of nights
~
But
Like
The star of
Michael Dransfield~
Young
Drugged
And
Dreaming odd dreams
Till Good Friday
Wiped him away~
Ground zero locked his moccasins
In muddy
Boggy
Footprints~
~
Old Perth is so far away~
His eternal heartland
~
And Matilda
Must waltz
Alone
~~~~~~~~~
In response to Heath Ledger found dead at NY apartment - National Nine News - 23.01.08 + In Stetson or Wig - he's hard to pin down - New York Times - 4.11.07
~~Also posted on HubPages with pics and some extracts from New York Times
3 comments:
this is a tragedy to say the least... your poem is a lovely tribute.....
It is such a terrible loss - what an amazing actor he was and from all accounts, an equally amazing man. My heart goes out to his family and friends. Such a tragedy. So upsetting when the good ones are taken away too young.
And forgot to say, a wonderful poem in tribute of his outstanding talent. So very sad for his young daughter.
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