Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

! Backward Boys - Poem by Michael Shepherd

Saturday evening, the week's hired film, click-click, click-click
while we chewed fruit gums and shouted FOCUS!
from time to time when the reel changed;
and after The White Hell of Pitz Palu
or The Lost Horizon, and Mickey in black and white
and Corky the Cat; after the hired films
and the occasional black potato growing on the screen
when the celluloid caught fire,
the home movies run backwards:
and the world was a magic kingdom -
things jumped from nowhere into your hands
like the world's top ball player;
while you ate, the plate filled instead of emptied;
and the happy smiles-for-the-camera
became inane dissociated grins
as if you knew you were being totally idiotic
but had no control...

that life, on Saturday evening, did just that for real:
Saturday's trashy film would take on the solemn
inevitability of Greek tragedy;
shoplifting would be an act of humble charity
as one slipped the goods- blink-back onto the counter;
and we the older would look so eagerly forward
to childishness and irresponsibility
(as we alas will; but then more agile and more loved with it) :
like teenagers, go to bed alert and wake up tired...
and in the bathroom - no, let's not go there...

and then at midnight, Cinderella Time would revert to real time.

But under the covers as we blissed off to sleep,
a great big, wrinkled, toothy grin...

Comments about ! Backward Boys by Michael Shepherd

  • Rookie Linda Preston (3/26/2005 1:49:00 PM)

    michael really paints a picture (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Janice M Pickett (3/20/2005 5:45:00 PM)

    Another GREAT read. Thats Michael.

    Jan (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mark Smith (3/20/2005 2:48:00 PM)

    Time look better when we look back. like the poem very much (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 20, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, October 5, 2007

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