The Ballad of Marion Blew (1) The Barracks

They used to be barracks

For the dwelling of soldiers, their discontent lingered inside bricks & mortar

Council houses, together, all in a row, they feed like peasants, and breed like rabbits

IT was in this situation, that a girl was born. Her name was Marion.

At eight and a half pounds, this beautiful baby girl, came out screaming, ready to take on the world.

Before the ability to form words, her first cries, ran all the way through the pentatonic scale.

Proud as punch, her mother and father embraced their seemingly talented daughter

And it was very clear, music would be a prominent part of her life...

Her mother, the haberdasher, ensured a quality cotton count, throughout the household

Her Father, the locksmith, alway kept a roof over her head.

Out in the streets, the people were vibrant, quaint and neighbourly

Kids played together until sundown, after which they scurried home for dinner

Marion was invincible on the playground, but captivating in the parlour

She was often let into the club, despite her age, and sidled up to Redman Lee the blues
guitar player.

Marion would sing soulful words, of a woman beyond her years

And into the future would sing them again, whilst fighting back her tears....

© Callan Cummings 2017.