Frank E Gibbard Posted May 13, 2009 Share Posted May 13, 2009 The whitewashed walls of Ealing Studios soared, Concealing from my wide eyes its magic mystery When as a youth I saw it across the Walpole* swards, Unknowing the part it played in cinematic history. Today from my cheap seat in the leafy green Sound and vision plays in mind on inner screen. I swear I heard old Titchfield Thunderbolt rattle by, And saw Spitfires sweep and splutter cross the sky. Tough Jack Hawkins, tender urbane Alec Guinness Gentle spoofing of we British was their business; Distillation of sensation and true people feeling A compilation of a nation so produced at Ealing. Their films were renowned for humour rarely found In contemporary drawing room play Or witless Talkies almost cursed by gift of sound That typified the stifness of their classbound day. On sunny days of yore in this same park Turbulent storms raged in studio’s dark, Ersatz naval craft bobbed in the Ealing tank Sound effect exploded and “his majesty’s models” sank. {* Walpole Park adjoined, and still does, Eal. Studios as shown in my new avitar is producing films to this day} Memories of Ealing Studios (part 2) I was once a snivelling short-trousered little boy, Mum held hands with me her then pride and joy. Now I am in adult mode reflecting on my family tale, An anecdotal road I often take and any folks regale, The day Mum met our own film idol Dirk Bogarde Who Mum saw looking at me curiously very hard. Apparently he told her they needed kiddies for a part, But she had shopping so a budding career didn’t start. As a story it has a subtle kick in the tail I feel anyway Dirk’s little secret, not yet out then, that he was a gay. Supping a pint in the pub near Ealing Studio I can reflect And to the photograph up there of Mr Bogarde, geneflect. It conveys to me this flashback a beguiling intriguing thought If Mum had taken another tack, what fate might have brought. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted May 13, 2009 Share Posted May 13, 2009 this is well crafted frank. i enjoyed reading your tidbit on history. i love this because it protrays such a wonderful tale about a movie(s) prodicing set of stages. magnifecento larsen Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank E Gibbard Posted May 13, 2009 Author Share Posted May 13, 2009 That's very nice of you Larse glad you liked. Frank Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 13, 2009 Share Posted May 13, 2009 Hi Frank, I can appreciate how you are in adult mode reflecting on (your) family tale. Verse is certainly a good medium for such contemplation. If Mum had taken another tack, we probably would not be enjoying your poetry now. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 13, 2009 Share Posted May 13, 2009 Hi Frank, Amazing how you've managed to combine a history of British Cinema with your own dreams and associations of this famous studio! The rumination on what might have been had your mother taken up the offer on your behalf, in the second part of the poem, has a great touch of irony and wistfulness . I enjoyed this. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank E Gibbard Posted May 13, 2009 Author Share Posted May 13, 2009 thanks very much Golden Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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