MIRANDA AND JIM

by Anton Wills-Eve


<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/ovation/”>Ovation</a&gt;

ovation. : a noisy celebration. OED

 

MIRANDA AND JIM

 

Standing at the railway station

Waiting for the pop star’s train

Miranada joined in the ovation

Hoping to glimpse him once again.

 

Seven years since she had seen him

Behind night’s dark bushes at the gig 

Where all he said was,”My name’s Jim”

Her heart pined for this man so big.

 

He tore the love from out her heart

As she gave herself to him that night,

Then saw him swaggeringly depart

No backward glance of any delight. 

 

Today she watched as with his band

The train pulled in, and at its arrival,

A grenade she threw, watched it land.

Caring not even for her own survival

 

As big Jim and fans lay dead or dying

Youngsters fleeing from the awful din.

Save Miranda, avenged heart flying,

Watching her seven year ovation win.

AWE

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