The Grove
The grove was the best location the gang had
for reshooting sixpenny matinées –
holidayfuls of Tommy’s Revenge
and Escape from Stalag Luft III.
It was a take-it or take-it friendship
that meant it was your duty to escape,
punishment to be enjoyed by you, in turn,
always your turn, in a smelly, muddy hole.
Nonchalant extras strolled across the set,
walking dogs, seeing no evil;
guards loaded caps, planning revenge.
You enthusiastically collected branches
and bricks to weigh down the roof,
pulled it over you, sat tight and waited.
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HI Nemo;
I enjoyed your reflective piece. Your lines are clear and you have some very strong imagery here for the reader to digest and enjoy.
blessings,
jolen
Thanks for commenting, Jolene.
Regards,
Nemo
Another writer giving their age away 😉 Ours were Four-penny matinees at the ‘bughutch’ but the mud holes will have been the same! Brought back memories…
gerry.
Ours were the old sixpence a time, Kit Carson at the Rialto, just up the hill from Tranmere Rovers’ Football ground. Thanks for commenting, Gerry.
Cheers,
Gerald.
That’s quite a lyrical response to my humble little poem, Trevor. There’s another material there for a poem of your own. I enjoyed reading it. Thanks,
Gerald