Sarah Chidgey

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.


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