Lead Balloons

by Ben Pickard   Apr 1, 2021

have a party for me when I am gone,
happy in the knowledge that I
was never supposed to attend it

my life was a constant
bursting of balloons,
loud noises and clowns
that terrorized my nights
and left me craving solitude

the bubbles that rise so
blissfully to the surface
of your champagne seemed
always full of lead in mine,
sluggishly rolling over the
bottom of the glass, refusing
to even attempt the surface

fill the house with laughter;
savour the flavours I could
never come to terms with,
and when the merriment is done -
when the wick has turned to ash -
perhaps it there we can meet and
find some true accord:

with the peace;
in the dark


Ben Pickard 2021


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  • 2 months ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I'm a sucker for a balloon. I like them all, their buoyancy and ability to bring an instant party to a room. Like you, i would like to think/ hope that we can celebrate those who are no longer with us. Not with sadness but with joy and recognition that their spirit remains with us, like the balloon, seemingly, forever buoyant.

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks so much for reading, Michael.

  • 2 months ago

    by Em

    Ben, although this peace is filles with sombre, it is done in a way thar brings peace to the reader. I could imagine this actually being read out by a loved one at people's funerals because it says don't mourn me, celebrate me and I like that.
    Take care xx

  • 2 months ago

    by Everlasting

    I’m listening to “dying for you” by Otto Knows but i think is a video from Linsey Stirling... I don’t know but somehow your poem and the music of the song just clicked for me. Both the song and the poem are referencing dying. The last two lines, made me sigh with relief. I’m not sure if that was the intend but thanks for sharing.

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, Lucero. I will listen to that song now! And yes, those lines were supposed to be more about peace/release than sadness. Life has been hard, I can't relate with that but perhaps at the end of your party/life, we can meet there and understand eachother.

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