Antiques & Curios Release Day!

For anyone who is remotely interested – poem 14 from my work in progress Excess Baggage set of poems (60 poems so far) – written as a follow on to Antiques & Curios

14
Freddie Mercury had died,
so it must have been just after the twenty-fourth
of November, cold and wet late autumn,
filled the petrol tank, some time
together at last, though it was not an auspicious day,
quiet, the death-knell
stillness, then you said your mother liked Freddie,
I was out of words,
your mother appeared old, but not much more
ancient than me, and she was
fusty, from what you told me about her,
I fell into a deeper silence

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