And who tore the woman’s dress?
Or spoke to the heart of the bonnie gee?
Who glistened like a sap rose drenchéd?
Now that the nights wind hath abated
Where fury settles ~ a gyr falcon
Cold as meat on a granite slab
the singers heart laid out in moments
warm half-notes rising, falling
She sang to me so sweetly
Threw Jackson paint on my ambitions
Rolled paper joints full a’ musto
O Amy tis a shame about the fame
You lit the a-dangerous firework
You didn’t stand alone though
Did not let your baby-love grow
Out the back of a fetid trash-truck
When I caught the blue fever
You were still dancing round the flames
Your hand on the rusty lever
And no one else to blame
Your beauty to me was so startling
Born of a yellow sun-flower golden
Travelling saloon worlds in red-healed shoes
To become the lady who sings the blues
Back to black n’lost in Hackensack
Ho’ lady, walkin’ round the town
Voice as smooth as corn n’crack
On ha’ way down south ta’ N’Arleens
And she could have been that queen
Whose lustre worn in clusters
Draped round her goddam’ midriff
The many hopes she mustered
You feel there’s always people
Whose courage could embolden
Pockets fit to burst an’ swollen
Yet who n’are is carried by the moment?
To watch and wait, not clean the slate
Or tell the girl her awe-filled fate
She so damn perty in her jeans
She so sexy in her blood-red skirt
And all the while them dark angels
Dressed in black they gather at her back
To sing her deepest harmonies
O Amy Amy Amy, O Amy Amy Ameee!
Authors Note – I wonder at my own wisdom – to stick this piece that I have been working on for some while, out there – today of all days – while the world rages with Coronavirus whether imagined or real and people cancel this and postpone that – but if we do not live our lives to the fullest each day while not endangering any other life, then surely we disrespect all those who have already died and who fought to live or even survive in any age, or through any war, or within any regime or culture – Our creativity helps to keep us believing, it keeps us aspiring to greatness and to the hard work of attaining excellence.
Young Amy Winehouse maybe was a flawed personality but by no more or less than any one of us, except you might say that as a celebrity she lived her life under the spotlight of prying and intrusive eyes and for this may therefore have carried more ‘privilege’ and responsibility but I don’t know about that. As I understand it and I did not know Amy, she was a master of her craft but maybe not in the area of control. I am certainly no judge, no jury – for me I would say she was just ‘excellent’ and today or any other day that is quite simply – enough!
~ I hope you enjoy my honest tribute to a sensational singer, character and personality who died before her 28th birthday. It is a pity she did not live but then again who does? Amy should have – 15.03.2020