A SPECIAL PERSON I SAW AS A VICTIM

This victim was truly unique. I was not alone in my concern. The record shows; the nation was watching. I had already decided to include Human victims, based on my simple formula of “No Species” names being included in the verses. 

 

I wrote about her in 1996, and I deemed this victim to be “A Human Broodmare” As far as I know, now, or knew then. No offence was taken or intended by the general public, when hearing her being described as such. In fact in my view, and I'm sure an awful lot of other subjects, it was some what of a compliment to her heritage, and family breeding, in terms of her blood line. 

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IT COULD HAVE BEEN ABOUT MANY OTHERS.

I know this poem could could have referred to any number of individuals, but I know who I was writing about. I cared. As did millions of other ordinary subjects. The term “Broodmare”, derives from selective animal breeding, which came as no surprise to us the subjects, but we all adored her. We called her “Lady Di”. Sometimes we still do, and we naturally assumed her “Hearts Desire” also adored her. We also adored her two sons and still do; and I for one wish them both well. 

 

HUMAN BROODMARE 

as I have said above, I wrote the "Human Broodmare” verses  in 1996.  It was written, and recited in “First Voice”, and I hope, as if it were the voice, and words of the Victim; "Princess Diana".  

 

Enormous love and respect for her. We did indeed take her into our hearts. She was undeniably, our “Queen of Hearts”. However, what we, as a nation were expected to witness, without being able to help, or even protest about was quite vile.

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Still clear in our memories. London had never seen so many people gather. They were just milling about, not knowing what to do, or where to gather. "The Flowers", “The Applause”.

We had never seen or heard that before. It was a first. Now; it does happen from time to time at other Funerals. 

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It happened of course at the funeral of Queen Elizabeth II. Another person in a high position who was loved throughout our country. The Queen as most of us still refer to her. knew how to reach every body. As did "Lady Di”. Two huge public figures, who currently remain, our best examples of receiving a round of applause at the end.  People of subsequent generations are confused by this. Ive even read where people say “It's Disrespectful” or “Unnessarsary”.

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Well for us who remember both events. We know; it wasn’t planned or expected.  “It just Happened”.  I know I'm going on, but this stuff has to be said.​​

 

In 1997 we all know what happened, and when I re-read my broodmare poem,  it hit me like a ton of bricks.  "She was Dead!"  I did not write it for a dead person (Broodmare), she was very much alive, but most of the other "Victims" were not. I completely missed the dis-connect. 

 

It stopped me in my tracks. I did not write another poem in this series for at least 10 years.

 

I hadn't considered it, and I certainly had no intention of making predictions.  

 

Yes I know a conspiracy-fest surrounded the tragedy, but it was huge, and I felt for her and her sons, William, and Harry. I still do.  Especially Harry, who keeps saying how much he fears "History Repeating Itself”.

 

Her poem has just sat around with the other poems all this time.
 

​Should you choose to read my verse, listen to the audio, or view the video. Just to say they are numbered, and have no titles, Just the words of the Victim.  I’m sure the wording will identify her, as was my intention. 

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Briefly in conclusion. how pleasant it is to obverse, and receive news of the the current incumbents of the same roles (if I may). Happy public professionals, serving, and receiving much deserved love and respect.

 

With of course, the lingering grief, that so many of us still feel. The loss her continues on a world wide scale. it is very real, and so hard to forget or brush aside.

 

Forgive me; I am a simple subject, who bought into the undeniable outpouring that happened. The Funeral, Sir Elton John, Her Sons, Her Brother. The Nation.

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I just hope; my simple poem, written a full year before the event, can continue to remind us of the enormity of her existence.

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Bob Richardson. Poet/Subject/Ordinary bloke.

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