Black jacket & red scarf
ready for the revolution
“Bad governments bring bad weather,” says my aged mother, complaining that she hasn’t been out of the house for the last ten days. “Roll on the revolution.”

“So, what are you doing to further the revolution?” I ask.

Mainly, I’m trying to distract her from her woes, but I do think that if you’re nearly 90 and want the revolution to come in your lifetime, it’d probably be a good thing to be pro-active about it.

At first, she doesn’t think there’s much an old woman like her can do.

Then, “I could carry a placard.”

This is good: she’s no longer thinking – or complaining – about how cold and wet it is.

I point out that carrying a placard won’t do a lot of good if she can’t march. Fit as she is, we agree that no, she probably couldn’t march to London with or without a placard. In fact, unless it was a very light placard, she’d probably rather be sitting down if she had to hold it for very long.

So what can she do?

How about knitting? Maybe knitting scarves for the marchers? This is dangerous ground as it’s back to the cold, but at least she’s focused on how it’s affecting others, not her.

So we agree that her contribution to bringing about the revolution will be to knit scarves for the marchers.

“What colour scarves?”

“Red, of course.”

“I’ll have to get some red wool, then, when I go to the shops,” she says. “But the buses are all messed about because of the holidays and, anyway, I can’t go out because the weather’s so bad…”

I wonder whether to suggest she makes a placard.
(If my aged mother reads this, I hope she remembers not to confuse the narrator with the writer – nor the narrator’s mother with the writer’s mother.)

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

2 thoughts on “circles”

  1. Your mother is a remarkable person one you can be proud of. I am personally far in ideas from the red color, I don’t have one but that doesn’t mean I don’t have one. Obviously social movements need icons or colours. Sadly the very meaning of words has changed or has been forgotten. Revolution, in its early days, meant turning or gooing a full circle around but, soon the very image and colour of things was perverted in the dawn of the enlighment. The call to impulse and sensations, ever so present nowadays, replaced rationality and the greatest atrocities took place. Yet there is one big difference nowadays, people are very diverse and reject flags, uniforms and big social organizations. It is very difficult for such movements to last but again, what does today?


    1. Not sure if you mean my mother or the narrator’s mother, but I guess there’s no reason why they can’t both be remarkable.

      One problem with colours and symbols is that they mean different things in different places. I fear that with modern mobility and global communications, such things are getting mixed up, meaning that simple symbols lack their original clarity.


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