Open Poetry #34 |
Hot Bottom Blues |
kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
Hot Bottom Blues Can’t go skatin’, Momma Can’t go skatin’, Papa Can’t go skatin’, Momma Lord, Lord, I got those Hot Bottom Blues The tales of cold that ne’er grow old still last the long years gone. They weave a spell that’s fun to tell when snow lies on the lawn. We hear of cars lost near some bars beneath the towered snows. But here a tale that made me wail beneath a parent’s blows. There’s lake and pond where boys are found to chase a flying puck. They skate the fray throughout the day, rejoicing in their luck. There is no joy like being a boy when no chores need be done, And slam and crash with others brash beneath a winter sun. I chased that disk, no thought of risk, right down a frozen river. The puck I whacked and then it cracked, the ice that gave me shiver. As down I sank in frigid dank, my fears came in a shock. I thrashed about and gave a shout, then grabbed a piece of dock. I shook with cold, not feeling bold as pals came skating near. They laughed a bit, I said “Oh spit! What if my Mom should hear? My basement’s there, said one friend fair, my parents are away. The path I took to find a nook where I could warmly stay. The furnace roared, my clothes I stored upon the heated vent. I mostly cried while sick inside, I really was quite spent. While naked I did peer and spy to find a hidden haven But then I heard not sound of bird, but voice of mother maven! No time to bide! No place to hide as down the stairs she came. I hereby share she was right there. Of course she knew my name. Her laundry line was strung up fine; she pinned her sheets up tight I looked about. I had no doubt she’d see me in the light. She must have glanced or looked askance at shadows on the wall. For then I saw her gaping maw “You’ve had yourself a fall” I tried to say or maybe pray “You gonna tell my Mom?” She paid no heed; my soggy deed would surely be a bomb. Mom could be stern, my ears would burn and then she’d be quite sad. ”Well, play you’ll not, you little snot. No, I might not tell your dad.” In trembling fright, I held her tight and thanked my lucky star. I’d fallen in, but ‘midst the din, my name she would not mar. But Sunday next came the hex that plagued me in those years I’d come to rue some stunt I’d do and then would come the fears. I don’t recall a talk at all that e’er discussed the river But there it was, Mom gave a pause and I was all a quiver. She said the call had told it all, of me in all my glory. I don’t regret my being wet for now I have this story. You guessed it, friend, it was my end to feel again his ire He wasn’t wild, but spanked this child ‘til bottom felt like fire. Can’t go skatin’ Momma Can’t go skatin’ Papa Can’t go skatin’ Momma Lord, Lord I got those Hot Bottom Blues |
||
© Copyright 2005 Ken Julkowski - All Rights Reserved | |||
Soulfisher Member
since 2005-01-07
Posts 226where ever the fly fishing is good |
Ya having read this I seem to remember that feeling of fire all to well. Whoops thats goin to leave a mark. |
||
Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Bravo!! What can I say Ken? This is a masterpiece! I laughed and smiled, felt bad for the child. Tell me it isn't true..it didn't happen to you??!! You m'friend have quite the talent for recounting a story. Excellent indeed!! Into my library with this keeper! ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ In the midst of winter, |
||
scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
I enjoyed this poetic tale Ken. Very well done. believe in what your heart feels... |
||
Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ken I love the humor in this great story...it feels true. You do the rhyme thing so good!!! Hope you've finally thawed out! Warm ones! |
||
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
A painful memory...but funny. Thanks for sharing this. |
||
iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
More, more! What a great story and I can almost here the tune that could go with it. Brings back some memories of my own, too. |
||
jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Terrific write, my friend...I think I still feel the fire and haven't be burned for more years than I care to know are gone... Really, truly, enjoyed this read.... jwesley |
||
Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
LOL, proves there is more than one way to warm-up in the winter. BRRRRR, remember the song Popsicle Toes? |
||
Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Great story Ken. Much enjoyed this tonite. hugs, Chris ~The soul that can speak through the eyes can also kiss with a gaze~ |
||
SEA
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
the rhyme here is awesome, and the story is so cute...enjoyed this very much! |
||
kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
To those I cheered, I humbly thank; I like your comments fine. For those who found a similar prank, Please sing those blues of mine! Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
||
BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
To be a kid again, maybe and maybe not?? It's hard to say, anyway..... I'm thoroughly impressed with your story telling, kayjay. You did really good! |
||
Catrina Member
since 2004-11-10
Posts 132 |
True enough, a few of us have felt with equal rue with timing wrong, a hand belonged, administering those oh so hot bottom blues... |
||
LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Wow!!!!! |
||
RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
I enjoyed your tail (excuse me) of hot and cold. Poets against the war is redundant |
||
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Well done....Have never been on the ice, but have had a couple of (yeah, not more?) times when I did have those hot bottomed blues....sheesh, youch!!! |
||
*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
This is so nicely written. Enjoyed~ ~Alli~ Happy 2005! |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |