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Source:
Adults
Author:
Maggie Huscroft
Title:
stages and screens
Entranced by moving drawings,
Lost in the huge seat,
Peeping out from my drawn up knees
I watched as Bambi's mother died
Aged five, I cried.
Slumped down; hunched over,
Clutching my coat for comfort,
Wishing I was not watching
Psycho.
Screaming violins echoed
In my frightened mind
For weeks.
Snuggled up in pairs,
Armrests digging into ribs.
Bravado in the back row.
I never will forget
The smell of Old Spice
And cigarettes
When everyone lit up
With James Bond
So menthol cool.
Dozing in the dark
The whirring of the projector
Sending us all to sleep.
My first taste of the surreal;
Louis Bunuel; the man who killed
My appetite for boiled eggs.
Holding hands while standing,
Behind the sign
Marked "two and nine"
Eyes watering with the wind,
Noses red and cold, and yet
With cheeks enflamed.
I remember his kisses...
What was his name?
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