Old Ted Of The Cut Poem by Francesca Johnson

Old Ted Of The Cut

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You don’t want to talk to Old Ted!
He has a bite almost as ferocious as his Rottweiler.
People give him a wide berth as they pass
His rotting old narrowboat,
Rusting and uncared for.
Just like Old Ted.
Blackened portholes adorn the sides
And a collection of old pieces of metal
Lie gathering dust and cobwebs
On his stern deck.
He emerges into the sunshine
At regular intervals
To move pieces about and clutter up
The towpath.
Addressed with a “Good morning”
Old Ted will look right through you,
With mad eyes and down-turned mouth
And mumble some obscenity,
His dirty skin and grubby grey clothes
Making the passer-by move more quickly
Stepping gingerly past the thick-necked dog,
As quietly as they can.
Seen only to leave when hunger gets the better of him
Or to urinate in the bushes
Old Ted is left alone.
Was he ever someone’s son?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bob Blackwell 29 September 2007

Poor Ted, perhaps his lover left him, or he was a bandoned as a child. Nice observation Francesca, perhaps you should tell him you've immortalised him on the internet. I gave you a ten for caring. Bob

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Fascinating. I wonder what he dreams about. Ez X

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R H 30 September 2007

Astute observation that gives rise to a great piece of characterisation - I think we may all have come across someone with attributes like Old Ted's. A vivid portrayal that conveys your understanding of human nature. Justine x

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Alison Cassidy 29 September 2007

Poor old Ted - hanging on so tightly to his rage. Great description and the last line adds a touch of humanity - which lifts the poem, beautifully. love, Allie xxxxxxxxx

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Ivan Donn Carswell 29 September 2007

Francesca, I think I know an 'Old Ted' who was not only a son but also a father. In fact my paternal grandfather. Which in effect means I don't know him all that well. Yet you have described him with great clarity. Thank you for that! Regards, Ivan

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David Harris 29 September 2007

Francesca, Ahhh poor Ted, unloved by anyone. Such a sad tale, but so beautifully written down. The observation and detail always pristine. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David

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