Lamb Cutlets
Can you still hear the screaming of the lambs Clarice?
Can you still hear them in the night?
Does the screaming still break your heart Clarice
When the hope of any mercy takes flight?
You knew I would visit you again
You knew I would come and call
Shall we have lamb cutlets to celebrate my love
We will keep them tender and slightly bloody
We mustn’t let the meat spoil
Served with a side dish of remembrance perhaps
The closest I can get to fondness
You know I do not acknowledge regret my dear
Such weakness is akin to ruining the sauce
Not something I would allow as a rule
But then you never took me for a fool
Bon Appétit my love
Let’s enjoy the food
*****
Inspiration can strike at the most odd times, and I have learnt not to ignore it, which is why I take a notebook with me everywhere I go.
On a drive round for a small diversion after supermarket shopping before I went home to pack it all away, I was aware of a voice in my head saying the opening lines to this poem as I went past a field on the Sussex Downs and I saw new born lambs that were staying close to their mothers.
The voice in my head was of Anthony Hopkins, who acted the part of his unforgettable Hannibal Lecter, in the film, “The Silence of The Lambs” and this was his characters voice saying it.
I could hear it, clear as anything, and some evil part of me grinned.
I pulled over into a lay-by, and pulled out my notebook and jotted those first four lines down.
The rest came later, when I sat down and let it flow over me.
I did not have any recent images of lambs. So I decided I just had to do this poem, and for that, lambs were needed!
It took me four attempts to get it, and on the fourth, I was lucky, although I did use my zoom lens so as not to spook them too much. Better still, one of them called for his mother…
So this a homage to the wonderful book “The Silence of The Lambs” by Thomas Harris, and the unforgettable film starring Anthony Hopkins and Jodie Foster, as Agent Starling.
To complete this piece, I decided to read out my poem, and if I can get the video to load, the link will be here in a minute...
www.flickr.com/photos/193518971@N02/53785519586/in/datepo...
And if you would like to see more of my work, visit my website at:
Lamb Cutlets
Can you still hear the screaming of the lambs Clarice?
Can you still hear them in the night?
Does the screaming still break your heart Clarice
When the hope of any mercy takes flight?
You knew I would visit you again
You knew I would come and call
Shall we have lamb cutlets to celebrate my love
We will keep them tender and slightly bloody
We mustn’t let the meat spoil
Served with a side dish of remembrance perhaps
The closest I can get to fondness
You know I do not acknowledge regret my dear
Such weakness is akin to ruining the sauce
Not something I would allow as a rule
But then you never took me for a fool
Bon Appétit my love
Let’s enjoy the food
*****
Inspiration can strike at the most odd times, and I have learnt not to ignore it, which is why I take a notebook with me everywhere I go.
On a drive round for a small diversion after supermarket shopping before I went home to pack it all away, I was aware of a voice in my head saying the opening lines to this poem as I went past a field on the Sussex Downs and I saw new born lambs that were staying close to their mothers.
The voice in my head was of Anthony Hopkins, who acted the part of his unforgettable Hannibal Lecter, in the film, “The Silence of The Lambs” and this was his characters voice saying it.
I could hear it, clear as anything, and some evil part of me grinned.
I pulled over into a lay-by, and pulled out my notebook and jotted those first four lines down.
The rest came later, when I sat down and let it flow over me.
I did not have any recent images of lambs. So I decided I just had to do this poem, and for that, lambs were needed!
It took me four attempts to get it, and on the fourth, I was lucky, although I did use my zoom lens so as not to spook them too much. Better still, one of them called for his mother…
So this a homage to the wonderful book “The Silence of The Lambs” by Thomas Harris, and the unforgettable film starring Anthony Hopkins and Jodie Foster, as Agent Starling.
To complete this piece, I decided to read out my poem, and if I can get the video to load, the link will be here in a minute...
www.flickr.com/photos/193518971@N02/53785519586/in/datepo...
And if you would like to see more of my work, visit my website at: