I’m not sure whether I’m going to keep this title for my version of the Knight’s Tale but it’s quite apt. ‘Was she worth it’ is bingo jargon for 76. The number isn’t significant for my tale but the sentiment is. Great for a working title anyway. And, of course, bingo is all about gambling…
Have been rubbish at keeping up this blog because I’ve been writing. Once I actually put pen to paper, as opposed to trying to hold it all in my head, it was good fun and flowed quite easily. I like writing in this strange rhythm. But I’m going to change the rhythm in section two and walking through town this morning (I get lots of ideas when walking) I got excited about possible interruptions to the text, breaks in the flow, as in the original where pilgrims ask questions etc. So someone has to say House, or whatever they say. And it has to be relevant to the plot, not a device for it’s own sake. And later, one of the callers has to stutter or blank or something. Will be great fun technically trying to pull it off.
But enough background, here’s a version of section 1. May change once I’ve got to section 4 but about time I posted some new poetry:
Two men in love, alas, not with each other,
with Emma, who loves numbers more than men;
her sister, women’s libber, Hippy Lynda;
The Elephant, South London’s sparkling gem
whose shopping centre was to be demolished
but, darling, retrobranded by a queen
who sprayed it glitter pink, and Bingo Palace,
more palace, now, than bingo, sets the scene
where both our men moonlight as bingo callers –
‘The Blues Brothers’, a double act, in debt
but dressed up to the nines. A million dollars
enters the hall. They haven’t seen her yet.
The mirror ball is spinning and the players
sparkle with youth, forgetting who they are –
the Dancing Queen with two left feet, the famous
Two Fat Ladies sitting at the bar.
Two men enter the stage as something fatal
enters the hall. A pause, and they begin
their double act that poses as a battle
of numbers, short and rounded, tall and thin.
They’ll fall in love and fall out with each other,
they’ll fall without a parachute or net,
and both their hearts will break. What are their numbers?
One’s One, the other’s Two. The stage is set.