
The old screen legends
The heroes I worshipped
At Saturday morning cinema
They had ten minutes to jump on the light
To enable them to return in a new form
Or be trapped in this wasteland
To play out their old role
Johnny Weissmuller, swinging through the trees
Roy Rogers on Trigger
So many heroes played out in my fantasies
gave me hours of joy, I bless the light
that comes to carry them home…
© Anita Dawes 2021
Very thoughtful write… 🙂
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Great poem/reflection, Anita. And your last line is perfect, “I bless the light that comes to carry them home.” 💗
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