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Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Night, night, Eric

Farewell, Eric, last among those uncles
who brightened all the evenings of my childhood,
with your long legs, your awkward grace,
your teeth, and the quickness of your tongue.
How my father would laugh, on the grey settee
where my mother cuddled close beside him;
us kids curled in armchairs or sprawled
like kings on cushions on the carpeted floor.
It was magical then, your flickering presence;
and your antics appealed to our innocence.
No drama queen: through your jokes and pranks,
your straightforward kindness shone through.
So night, night, Eric, now you go to your rest
with the prayers of at least two generations,
those who you lifted when life was bleak
by the very English art - of being - you.

© Abigail Wyatt

Eric Sykes dies aged 89

Abigail is one of the three founding members of the Red River Poets. The latter will be appearing at the Heartlands Project in Cornwall, 29th September, as part of 100 Thousand Poets for Change.


Rinkly Rimes said...

How sad! I haven't told my husband yet. He'll be devastated. And how well you write about Eric.

Lydia said...

So very touching.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

A wonderful tribute to a wonderful man Abigail - thank you.

Anna :o]

Little Nell said...

He was a great favourite of mine and you have done him proud Abigail.

Rose said...

Lovely. Since I am not (sorry!!) familiar with him, this ode brought old famous amerikkkan actors/comics to mind; and reminded me of watching telly with my dad. Thanks.