Magarey Memory Poem by M.L. Emmett

You circled the cottage
calling ‘Coo-ee! Coo-ee! '
like someone stepping lightly
from a 50's film;

and we opened the door,
to be strafed by sunlight
finding you, gawky
Tammie Fraser awkward
out of place and time,
as you stepped into the cool darkness
of the cottage.

Dressed for Wimbledon,
Margaret Court-cute
whiter than Omo blue white tennis dress
of press-printed cotton.

Ken Rosewall Volley OCs,
green pom-pom socks
bouncing on the pump's edge.

All chestnut and honey brown
sun-skinned before the crepey dryness
hardens and tans to leather.

Divorcee, mid-century-stuck,
middle-aged, fit; money and luck,
scorched and scarred, attractive still,
dormouse-sharp eyes,
searching
for a posee
or a place to play.