A twist of blue saxophone notes rose
From the early morning arcade,
Through the blank stare of dark windows
And onto the tangled sheets of an unmade
Bed, where he dreamed of her,
Wondering if she’d changed,
Remembering the way she looked at him
That evening in the park,
When he felt a spark.
They split up on a dark,
Sad night, agreeing it was best;
She guessed they’d meet again someday
But she never left his head, in the same way
As those thirteenth century poems
She gave him in a book
Written by an Italian poet
And burnt on his soul
Like glowing coal.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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Today Björn is our host at the dVerse Poets Pub, where he has introduced a new prompt that will happen every year: he wants us to write something relating to the Nobel Prize in literature. This year the winner is Bob Dylan, so we can write about a favourite song, a personal experience or anything else that relates to him. I was inspired by two songs from my favourite Dylan album which I listened to throughout the mid to late seventies and the eighties. They’re from Blood on the Tracks: ‘Tangled Up in Blue’ and ‘Simple Twist of Fate’, from which I’ve taken bits of the stories and some of the lyrics and twisted them into a poem.
Come and join us with your tribute to Bob Dylan!