Tuesday, July 3, 2012

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.

This poem is submitted for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.n. Central time today.


Maureen said...

You do need to write about seeing "Some Like It Hot" at that tender age. Such a great story.

Claudia said...

ha...so no donald duck and muppet show but the real stuff...smiles

Brian Miller said...

interesting...how do you think this made things different for you...seeing these at a young age?

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Still magic, I'm sure - just a different kind.

nance said...

i like "some like it hot" and lots of other older movies. many of them don't jar me out of my seat, or keep me awake all night. they instead tell a story and entertain with a sense of wit and heart.