Last Friday Read Write Poem had a great prompt, but I just wasn't feeling it then: write a poem about an old movie. So. I'm working oh so slowly through my writer's block, just trying to gentle my way into writing again, and today has felt a bit more fruitful.
I'm a sucker for Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn, and Charade is one of my all-time faves (right up there with Rear Window, To Catch a Thief, His Girl Friday... yeah, they just don't make 'em like they used to). It's got great comic and romantic chemistry, a phenomenal ensemble cast, a seriously haute wardrobe for Miss Hepburn, and snappy dialog that includes some truly memorable one-liners ("She batted them pretty little eyes at you, and you fell for it like an egg from a tall chicken!")
If you haven't seen Charade, rent it (but don't even waste your time with the lousy remake The Truth About Charlie, starring Mark Wahlberg and Thandie Newton).
Oh, and here's the poem.
You Forget I’m Already a Widow
You were going to get a divorce
because you loved him
and he didn’t love you
now all you have left of him
fits in one small blue bag
comb, toothbrush, tooth powder
key, wallet, agenda
ticket to South America
and one letter stamped but unsealed
addressed to you
my darling Regina
what now, now that you’re
alone with a small blue bag
alone with $250,000
missing in plain sight
alone with your Givenchy
and filtered cigarettes
like drinking coffee
through a veil
alone with all these men
Adam
Alex
Peter
Brian
hiding behind the same cleft chin
and graying temples
what now
can you trust him to
steal from you
protect you
kill you
love you?
I'm a sucker for Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn, and Charade is one of my all-time faves (right up there with Rear Window, To Catch a Thief, His Girl Friday... yeah, they just don't make 'em like they used to). It's got great comic and romantic chemistry, a phenomenal ensemble cast, a seriously haute wardrobe for Miss Hepburn, and snappy dialog that includes some truly memorable one-liners ("She batted them pretty little eyes at you, and you fell for it like an egg from a tall chicken!")
If you haven't seen Charade, rent it (but don't even waste your time with the lousy remake The Truth About Charlie, starring Mark Wahlberg and Thandie Newton).
Oh, and here's the poem.
You Forget I’m Already a Widow
You were going to get a divorce
because you loved him
and he didn’t love you
now all you have left of him
fits in one small blue bag
comb, toothbrush, tooth powder
key, wallet, agenda
ticket to South America
and one letter stamped but unsealed
addressed to you
my darling Regina
what now, now that you’re
alone with a small blue bag
alone with $250,000
missing in plain sight
alone with your Givenchy
and filtered cigarettes
like drinking coffee
through a veil
alone with all these men
Adam
Alex
Peter
Brian
hiding behind the same cleft chin
and graying temples
what now
can you trust him to
steal from you
protect you
kill you
love you?
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