Ides of March originated from an exercise at the start of my creative writing course with the Open University. It’s a bit of fun and I hope you enjoy it.
Ides of March in ’55,
midday in a two-up two-down,
a bus ride from The Cavern,
where later The Beatles became known.
I’m tired of the dark
and ready to play,
my route is mapped out,
downhill all the way.
My journey begins –
music rocks by Bill Haley.
Twist and turn, I begin my slide,
a big surprise because I’m early.
The tunnel is dark but near to its end,
two hours later I’m almost there.
‘One more push,’ they say to my mummy—
I enter this world, slippery and bare.