HONOURED BONDS by David Erdos

 Poem 49 from THE COVIDIAN AGE

HONOURED BONDS





Sean Connery dies and takes much of life’s lost glamour
With him. Impeccably handsome as he was, its the women
That he kissed and played with we dream now.

For his death sees another tent peg released, exposing
The fragile shelter we’re facing, just as another nail falls
And fixes the tight boxes we’re in where doubt’s housed.

Which spectacular times will emerge from the period
We’re all stalled in? The dead will be as locked down
As the living as we consider the slow, sad fate of past stars

Who remind me still of a time as distant as death
Now brought closer, only to live as a dream and last story
In which what the glory days gave grants skies scars

Another piece of our connecting jigsaw’s been lost.
Soon all we’ll have left is the puzzle which none can solve.
The Men who would be Kings lose their kingdoms

As the best and original Bond breathes his last.
Soon, all the film greats on which we were reared
Will have vanished. The musicians too; baby boomers

Who rattled and rocked, will recede. Who or what
Will replace the standards we sought thinking through them?
Where will we be post Corona? On what in the end.

Will dreams feed? Suddenly, they go, one by one.
And the fields are cleared with the cities. Will this
Unprecedented time become movies such as the ones

I saw growing up? Wretched dystopias warped
By misadventure, each calling out for a hero, with someone
Like Sean moving bravely to clear and destroy the corrupt?

We need that strength now. Sean, Paul, Steve, John,
Even (free from guns) Charlton Heston. In the world beyond
Let them see us and save as too from all this; for the time

Has now come, just as the last of them completes going;
Heal, help us, Heroes. Now we are all Diane, Honor, Tippi,
Needing your seal, save and kiss. Sean Connery dies.

Long live Michael Caine and Clint Eastwood.
Let these former bonds be our bandage.
And let these blistering days seek your bliss.

I remember the past, even if it is now a picture.
And  I can hear a still striving soundtrack;
As a John Barry theme arcs, the times shift.




David Erdos October 31st 2020












For more poems from David Erdos visit The Corona Diaries collection 



David Erdos is an actor, writer, director with over 300 professional credits. He is a published poet, playwright, essayist and illustrator. He has lectured on all disciplines in theatre and film for leading performing arts colleges, schools and universities around the world. His books include EASY VERSES FOR DIFFICULT TIMES, THE SCAR ON THE CLOUD, OIL ON SILVER, NEWS FROM MARS, CHANGING PLACES WITH LIGHT (penniless press) and BYZANTIUM with the photographer Max Reeves. He is a contributing editor for The International Times and maker of documentaries all over the world. David’s work has been acclaimed by many leading figures including Harold Pinter, Heathcote Williams, Alan Moore, Andrew Kotting, Chris Petit and Iain Sinclair in whose recent book THE LAST LONDON, David features. He can be reached at David.erdos@sky.com.

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