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A Game of Bingo

Number one ("Kelly's eye" / "At the beginning"):
undisputed with me, the apple of your eye
that filled the pastry-baking flour-white Sundays.

Number four ("Knock at the door"):
it's Mrs Wisner ready to go
and hurrying you all a flurry

to find that lucky marker, your felt-tip
rabbit's foot paw-printing circler of hope
heart-beating your way to a full house.

Off you go number eighty-eight ("two fat ladies")
waddling their gossip to the Community Centre;
their heels clickety-click like number sixty-six;

and I am calling the numbers tonight:
my memories go round and wait their turn.
Number twenty-three ("Thee and me/The Lord is my Shepherd")

I call out seventy-eight at ("Heaven's gate")
to hear your number twenty-one ("Key of the door")
or your number four ("Knock at the door")

for number seventy-nine ("One last time").
I cannot call lucky seven ("God's in his heaven");
I cannot call number eighty-five ("Staying Alive").

All I can do is mark a line for you tonight:
O mother of certain love in random life
whose "full house" still calls in clamorous time.

Anstey - on Jan. 23 2008
My immediate reaction was, "Huh?" But upon a second reading, I felt like I really need to sit and go over this and understand it. I have no comment on whether it's good, bad, works or not, but i will say it does fascinate me enough to put some effort into it. More to follow.
Rene' - on Jan. 23 2008

 

This is quite intriguing! My first reaction is that this is in memory of your mother, who loved to play bingo, and you have memorialized her here. The parentheses are songs, are they ones that she loved?

Or, am I totally off base? 

----- LIFE: I messed up, can I have a 'do over'?




I am orbiting, I don't know where, but I am orbiting something!
Leanne - on Jan. 23 2008

I remember when I was a kid, my dad used to call bingo at the day care centre -- he nearly got thrown out by the matron a time or two for being a bit on the rude side, but the old ladies loved it.  ("Legs eleven, stairway to heaven" was a fave). 

The randomness of the balls, formed into a pattern by the cards, is actually a really great metaphor for life and I'm impressed with the way you've handled it.  It may be possible to tighten up some of the lines, get rid of a couple of prepositions and such, but it's an enjoyable poem.


U668857 - on Jan. 23 2008

Many thanks for the comments - and spot on with the interpretations.

My mum was seriously into Bingo, and the number calling rhymes lend themselves to a bit of versifying....

Rgds., Alan. 

 


Pags - on Jan. 23 2008
Oh yes! Another poem that brings back happy memories of my own. I delight in the idea of telling your story using bingo calls. Sorry - I have no helpful comments at the moment. Just wanted to say how much I like the idea and its execution. And yes, it works in UK too.
U668857 - on Jan. 29 2008
Many thanks, Pags
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