posted on May 27, 2007 at 6:06 am

golden sunlight falls on the floor
somelife you maybe never led
warm nursery where its sunday
the old toys where they used to be
pandy bear
and the soldiers
and the cards
on the sleepy carpet where the marbles roll
the other children are waiting
fitzy, glenny, the burns twins, billy franklin
and all the rest
put your toys away son says mum
and you can go outside
outside where the birdsnests and lizardfrogs are
the cricketgames and lostballs
sunday afternoon stretches off out there
tranquil day of rest
fathers smoking pipes raking leaves thoughtfully
mothers baking pies waving thru the glass
in the courtyard a brown dogs sleeps in the sunday
bells ring and flowers bloom
guests have arrived across the road
see the white clouds tossed in the blue sky
at the seaside its always sunday
frozen sunday jokes fitzy
false tooth fitzy cos he gotta tooth knocked out playing footy
fltzy can do tricks with his false tooth
including ejecting jets of water like an archerfish
fitzy has a white paper bag
a bobs worth of mixed lollies
you can have anything but my white frog he says proffering the bag
was that part of the bob or was it extra says franklin
cmon franklin the frogs are a penny each said burnsy
a penny each said his sister
anyway the chocolate bullets are pretty good
said with a good mouthful
yes a frozen sunday
people listening to the radio
people sleeping in
people congratulating themselves they are part of sunday
the cars slow down and look for parks
cmon says fitzy twisting his tooth a bit
but i have to go back
no kilbey
no no say the burns twins
cmon kilbey says billy and glenny
and we walk thru the car park
where the weeds have cracked the asphalt
sprouting their own flowers
and the gentle afternoon that doesnt move
as we slip thru the cars
the hillmans
and humber super snipes
the triumph vitessess
the vauxhall veloxes n victors
the fjs and the futuras
the cortinas and the zephyrs
the imps and singer gazelles
the riley pathfinders and sunbeam tigers
the morris majors n minors
the austin freeways and lancers
the renault caravelles n florides
the galaxies and jaguars
the specials and premiers
the fairlanes and healey sprites
we come at last to the a mysterious field
the bush says franklin smiling
no kevin says burnsys sister
cmon the rest of us say
ok she says
warm golden light
among the trees
in the pines by the sea
blue sunday sea containing only boys and girls
shallow warm transparent sunday sea with floating boys and girls
with deck chairs and banana beds on the shore
and the sea shells whispering “ocean”
and the children amongst the afternoon shadows
their still wet fringes plastered against their tanned foreheads
and the boys so muscled
the girls so shapely
and theyre drinking vanilla thickshakes
and listening to the hit parade
last night they had a school dance
and romance has blossomed into a frozen sunday
holding them there
fitzy gives billy franklin a leg up into a tree
and billy climbs up into the canopy like a monkey
burnsy and his twin sister are talking about something
franklins gonna get an egg says fitzy
from a wood pigeon he adds
and sure enough
billy drops outta the tree with a small blue egg in his pocket
im gonna blow it he says
i’ll put a pin in here and blow it clean
why i ask just wondering
for his egg collection they all say incredulous
we come to a little creek and everyone jumps it except me
i end up with mud up to my ankles and sloshingly wet to boot
we come to barbed wire and i get caught by my shirt
we come to a field with a bull and he chases me around
but no one gets hurt on sunday here
the sun just shines and the birdies sing in the trees
and dogs chase balls
and cats dream of chasing mice as they sleep in the spare room
above the shop where the maltese family lives
and fitzy lets me have his last musk stick
and he finally starts on the white frog
you coulda got 12 cocktail fruits says burnsy cluck clucking
12 says his sister
fitzy looks ruefully in his empty white paper bag
yeah he says
the graveyard is behind a church
the angels and flowers
the birds twitter twitter
blackberry brambles
thorns enter sunday
it begins to go soft
soft golden sunday collapsing beautifully like a stolen egg
frozen sunday suddenly melting
and all its pieces flowing away
fitzy says lets go
and we run half laughing half screaming
back through the bush and fields
squeezing thru the parked cars
all the way down our street
i run inside
and hide

28 Responses to “lazy sunday afternoon”

  1. avatar
    fantasticandy | 27 May 2007 at 7:32 am #

    me first!!!!!!!!!!!
    andy L.

  2. avatar
    fantasticandy | 27 May 2007 at 7:40 am #

    oh, steve!
    i swear i was there.
    wonderful stuff!
    nostalgically yours,
    andy L.

  3. avatar
    DRAGONFLY | 27 May 2007 at 8:49 am #

    you know after reading this one, you basically just wrote SOME POETIC RUBBISH…
    Ne iko

  4. avatar
    alex | 27 May 2007 at 8:51 am #

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 May 2007 at 9:21 am #

    nice work sk, now im off to sleep

  6. avatar
    isolde | 27 May 2007 at 9:28 am #

    soft golden sunday collapsing beautifully like a stolen egg

    that was lovely thank you

  7. avatar
    mahatma kane jeeves | 27 May 2007 at 10:41 am #

    always love the childhood nostalgia blogs even if it makes me sad

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 May 2007 at 10:59 am #

    very evocative…the taste of gingernut biscuits and beetroot sandwiches takes me back…i remember i had a hollow in the drain outside of my house which was the best place in the street to catch tadpoles and mosquito larvae.
    -The Hellbound Heart

  9. avatar
    Symon | 27 May 2007 at 11:10 am #

    I had the most intense feeling of the need to slip back to my childhood the other day…sometimes being an adult makes me sooo very tired.

    Also…why can I remember and feel and smell things from when I was 10 like they just happened today, when I sometimes struggle to remember things from 2 weeks ago.

    I remind my daughter she should try to enjoy every second of being a child…I wish someone had said it to me more often.

    SK….Thanks for the wonderful images yet again.

  10. avatar
    sharka | 27 May 2007 at 11:27 am #

    Kilbey is good, but he ain’t no Debra -Jean.

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    Anonymous | 27 May 2007 at 11:56 am #

    Nice memories there sk, just playing around and eating lollies….those were the days. I still love chocolate bullets and musk sticks to this day too.
    Have a beautiful lazy Sunday night.
    Love always,

  12. avatar
    davem | 27 May 2007 at 12:04 pm #

    So true about the seaside!!


  13. avatar
    Emily Teechen | 27 May 2007 at 12:17 pm #

    Is that how it was…

  14. avatar
    goodbye eroica | 27 May 2007 at 12:27 pm #

    I hated my childhood and now, aged 45, I hate the memory of it just as much. Made me determined never to inflict life on some poor unsuspecting kid of my own. Glad to say I haven’t. Also glad you’re not dragging this kind of crap around with you, Steve.

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 May 2007 at 1:13 pm #

    very pleasant sir sk. wonderfully invoked, beautifully written. glorious sunday.


  16. avatar
    malcolm arkey | 27 May 2007 at 1:21 pm #

    while we’re wallowing in nostalgia i may as well add my 20 cents worth of mixed confectionary…
    pine cones
    south coast
    hillman hunter
    fake mahogany dashboard
    milk bottles and freckles
    the cool kids had Fags
    to help them practise for later
    and stinging nettles
    grab them don’t brush them
    i dare ya
    lottsa daring in them daze
    and tarzan’s rope
    e’s gone ‘n split iz ‘ead open
    the usual thing
    the pecking order
    who’s in ‘n who’s out
    chinese burns all round
    fear and mystery
    and occasional
    fantastic discoveries of
    abandoned pornography
    in the undergrowth

  17. avatar
    Happy Hunting Ground | 27 May 2007 at 1:51 pm #

    waking up a to a beautiful Sunday morning. Birds chirping in the trees soft dappled light through the cherry and maple trees outside my window.

    nice read Steve.

    I remeber how the Summers seemed to last years. where imaginary battles were waged in the dirt piles and we biked tree lined country roads there was an old house out in the field we were told that was haunted so we biked out to it only to come out running because we scared each other spending the night at my friends pond only to be brought to a start when we heard a werewolf howling in the woods nearby we left in a cloud of dust and a hi ho silver!

    You got my memory banks stirring

  18. avatar
    Heyday | 27 May 2007 at 1:53 pm #

    I’ll never forget the day a girl I was friends with in high school lent me Heyday. what a magical album. I was listening to yesterday, in fact.

  19. avatar
    kat | 27 May 2007 at 5:26 pm #

    those were the days. when you were meandering outside much of the time, unlike most of todays youth. and alot did seem to revolve around candy, sk!!

  20. avatar
    stealthblue | 27 May 2007 at 7:28 pm #

    Where did all the time go??? It’s funny, coz I just talked with my dad, and he “informed” me that our old swimming pool just collapsed! (It was an above-ground dealio that served a good 25 years or so. Our place was where a bunch of hot, sweaty bike-riding kids could come over, have a swig of “cool-aid” and jump into our old faithful pool. Then snarf some PBJs, and chips (crisps) and go back out on our BMXs with playing cards or ballons clothes-pinned to the forks so that when we rode, it sounded like a bunch motorcycles!! Ahhh…those really WERE “the days”, eh??
    Thanks for the nostalgia trip, SK.
    Cheers, everyone.
    Ben V.

  21. avatar
    Nickfiction | 27 May 2007 at 8:06 pm #

    SK that was awesome thanks alot !!!

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    Brien Comerford | 27 May 2007 at 8:40 pm #

    That was truly idyllic and solacing. I had just heard more hellish news of death in Iraq. SK’s blog chilled me out ! My cat is dreaming of catching mice at the unguarded moment!

  23. avatar
    mattdavison | 27 May 2007 at 10:32 pm #

    Dragonfly- Fly away.

    That was just awesome killa..

    It’s amazing how a thought evokes a story of beautiful proportions like that.
    Me well!!

    Wellington 84..

    The Botanic gardens (hot) days
    Star wars iceblocks
    weird wheels gum
    naughty kids
    picking on me
    mum-buys six pack of pepsi
    my hide out on the river
    crackers and rockets
    fired down school chimney
    dad brings home porsche 944
    zoom to the country
    new cat Brrrrrr is her name
    mum pregnant
    matt worried about new sibblin
    husstle on the bus
    city rises
    new days are far away
    dream of trans ams
    madonna kisses me at imagionnary
    A-ha blows out my new walkman
    mental notes
    puberty years away “yahoo”
    just a boy, crap at soccer
    picked daisies, and sung the Enz
    ball floats past
    captin” say’s Your off!!

    late night magnum pi
    dream of………………………


  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 May 2007 at 11:16 pm #

    ridiculously opulent childhood… eccentric folks{step father,half chinese.Hence my surname”Douglas”coz his ancestors boat landed at Port Douglas}{my mamma,a dancer n concert pianist}…my dad collected and restored vintage aircraft,in his wwii hangar,which was situated at the end of our golf course …we had peacocks on the property…I would sit high up in the mango tree,with my best friend{my cat},and covet the peacocks tail feathers….their shrill calls always sounded to me as though they were saying”what ya doin?”…even when they dropped their feathers and i clambered downto pick them up,they would shout at me,”what ya doin?”….such a sacred thing that i stole……a lesson,for me in respect…..great blog,Mr.K xxxxxxgenx

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    CSTCoach | 28 May 2007 at 2:03 am #

    I really like this nostalgic stuff. You know, the liner notes from Starfish are among my favourite SK prose poetry. I don’t know what it is about them, but they just sink in that nostalgic feeling, memories bubble to the surface… It really works.


  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 May 2007 at 5:16 am #

    My recent comments keep getting deleted as I try to post them (aaargh!)

    Love these last entries….they are made of the same stuff as your music.

    A new solo record? Nothing would be better.

    c escherbach canada

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 May 2007 at 5:27 am #

    Oh-oh, Steve
    Dragonfly, ie: Jonny Moondog. Jonny Hollywood, Captain Beyond, etc. is mad at you again!

  28. avatar
    verdelay | 29 May 2007 at 9:33 am #

    there, there

    Matty, I was just around the corner… scrambling through the gorse and down the ridge to the dairy down in stokes valley to get some mixed lollies of my own…

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