Written in response to the Ligo challenge prompt –

‘ The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician.’

Louis Armstrong.

The Singing Bone


The sound of the sixties on the radio as we stood in the dark waiting for Dad to put the light bulb in. Singing Hosanna’s in primary school. Dancing round the living room to Grieg’s ‘ Hall of the Mountain King.’ Singing 16th century madrigals in the school choir.’ Emergency’ my first punk rock record by 999…

led away…

through mother’s flute

midsummer darkness