At the Movies

She loved movies, and

he didn’t, so she took

the boy with her to see

romances, comedies, dramas,

all those movies of the ‘50s and

early ‘60s echoing the movies

of before, the ones that turned

her star struck, with Scarlett

and Dorothy, Rhett and

Mr. Chips, wrapping herself

in celluloid fantasy and

by extension wrapping

the boy as well.

This is another in the series of poems about growing up in the South, suggested by my friend Nancy Rosback at A Little Somethin’. The Last Voyage (1960) was one of the movies my mother took me to see. the movie was so tense that I cried; my mother felt so bad that she took me across Canal Street in New Orleans to another theater to see Some Like It Hot with Marilyn Monroe, Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon.

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