Two verses for Bruce
The rectangular slot swallowed another world
Squeezed onto black tape, like a python, whole.
It squeaked magic-full films, Saturday kids’ TV
Creating our history.
Entranced, we watched while outside
Baboons flaunted themselves to the glass doors
That our girl had polished, her hands
Pressing the newspaper’s slippery words into
Its blinking surface.
Copyright © Sarah Chidgey 2018
Sarah Chidgey is from Bristol and lived abroad as a child. This poem is the result of her being challenged by a Scottish poet-friend to come up with two verses.