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John (when he was Winston) Lennon

Who were you, really,        
back then,          
before you were Ono.        
         
It was well known          
what you’d been born into.        
A family of strong women.        
         
The aunties, sisters bonded        
stronger than any men were        
even from the Mersey docks.        
         
Julia was the wild one;        
seashell eyes, windy smile.        
No, that was Yoko;          
we’re not going there.        
         
Art student, played Skiffle,          
worshiped Mr Hips Swivelin’,        
dated and bedded a blond.        
         
Had to be a blond, like Bardo.
She an artist from the right side,

and the last thing you’d
admit to was being posh.
Traitor. Eventually.

Bloody daft if anyone
 mistook you for anything
than working class.

With winkle-picker shoes
and zip-up leather jacket,
greased hair & sideboards,

with the gaunt look of youth
as a northerner born privileged,
and passing for a teddy boy

‘‘No, I’m a mocker!’’

Even Cynthia had said
if she had it to do over again,
she would turn and walk away.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published
Author's Note
• For the DUP competition “A Conversation With:“
•‘‘No, I’m a mocker!’’ is a line Ringo said in ‘A Hard Day’s Night’ when asked “Are you a Mod or a Rocker?”
• Cynthia Powell Lennon 1939-2015
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