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Poetry From The Neighbourhood

 The neighbourhoods in which we live, are full of diverse characters. People with stories to tell. Unique individuals, quirky and idiosynchratic. They fascinate us. They puzzle us. They arouse our curiosity. They challenge the norms. We celebrate their difference.

This poem about Keith is a composite of several individuals. It is based on people that lived in the town I grew up in and people I live amongst now. It's a character sketch, using a rich trove of information. I weaved those observations together in the creation of Keith. 




An Incomplete Portrait Of Keith

 

Keith is a handyman

Fixes all manners of things

-even poker machines

Learned his trade up north

Speaks with a slow Queenslander drawl

And often says, I reckon

At the end of his sentences.

 

Sometimes smokes rollies

Wears an old felt hat all year round

Lives in a small, lightly furnished flat

With boxes of old records and a cupboard full of cowboy shirts

And plumber’s singlets.

 

The story goes-

Keith is married

Has a wife somewhere or other

My mate, Splinter saw her once

Keith brought her home after a dance at the RSL club

Blonde hair, like summer straw

Pale, life weary little thing

When they arrived

They walked down the street, arm in arm

Then quickly entered the flat and closed the door to shut out prying eyes

 

There’s more to learn

About Keith

I reckon

He’s like an onion

As my dad likes to say

We just need to peel back some layers.

Alan j Wright


It is once again, Poetry Friday and our genial host this week is Linda Baie at Teacher Dance. Linda challenges each of us to think about choice and how we might enact positive change. Her poem is an acrostic about this very notion. 

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  1. Here's to the Keith's! And "I reckon" is a common expression around these parts as well. :)

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    1. That phrase does have universal application, Irene- I reckon...

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  2. I don't see any Keiths around my neighborhood now, Alan, but you've brought back memories of someone long ago in the small town where I grew up. That "I reckon" did it! There is the 'outer' persona & the "inner" one, right? As a watcher, I know you are; I love how you show everyone can be a poem.

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    1. You're right, Linda, we appear to have lost a lot of such characters- those handymen of yesteryear. I had this conversation recently. We are far less inclined to get things fixed these days. We have been guided down the pathway of continual replacement and planned obsolescence. This has hastened the demise of the handyman. Thank you for your kind remarks. I strongly believe observation is our lifeblood as writers and poets, so I am driven to keep practicing...

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  3. Oh I recognise Keith! Thanks for the clever character sketch.

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    1. It was fun in the making, Sally. Keith is a most familiar character.

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  4. I reckon there's more to learn about Keith, perhaps in another poem or maybe a longer work. Your powers of observation have created a colorful character!

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    1. Thank you, Rose. You have given something to ponder...

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  5. I wonder what kind of albums Keith has? It seems like someone named "Splinter" would also have some stories...

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    1. Keith is the kind of guy who like two types of music-country, and western! Keith was a composite while Splinter is a real person. His father owned a timber and hardware business when we were kids growing up. Splinter does have stories to tell, no doubt about that. Good questions, Tabatha.

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  6. Love the voice and your characters you created Alan, they remind me of the Short Stories by James Thurber I just started reading, wonderful drawing too, thanks!

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    1. Thank you, Michelle. I have always found pleasure in writing narrative verse. For me it's an concise way to tell a story. Can't take credit for the drawing , but it was close to the handyman concept.

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  7. What a portrait! I never knew there was a Queensland drawl...and those cowboy shirts and the little pale wife. Keith is intriguing. Do we get to know more of his story? I want to know.

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    1. Our far north is the equivalent of your south when it comes to a drawl, Linda. Will there be more on Keith? I'm not sure, Maybe I can weave into some other project I'm conducting.

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    1. Thanks, Marcie. It was fun making creating Keith.

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