Friday, 16 May 2008
All the Men I've Ever Loved
You were Lord Nelson and I was…you’ll never guess!
You were a Victorian architect, I embellished your reputation
You were a Highwayman, I was your Wicked Lady
You were Richard Hannay, I was your Mata Hari
You were a Dutch sailor, I was your girl-in-every-port
You were a 1930's matinee idol, I was your art deco IT-girl
You were a safe cracker, I was your unsuspicious getaway driver
You were Atticus Finch, eyes ablaze, I was MM on the wrong set
You were a businessman, I - the trophy secret of your success
You were my fave pop star and I was your last groupie
You were a romantic poet and I was your Bloomsbury muse
You were a journalist and I was your Exclusive!
I was your luck with women - you were my fate with men.
What larks we shall have when I turn you on again
(there’s an extra TV dinner in the fridge).
© LS King 2008
I was thinking the other day about all the silly romantic dreams that helped me through a somewhat bleak childhood, and was inspired to write the above. Lo and behold I have been off ill most of this past week and found some key inspiratory films-of-old cropping up again on digital, so it seemed apt to post it, unpolished as it is. I still adore old films. Funny how film stars seemed so much more glamorous then - black and white film was surely the Botox of its day!
Stills from The Wicked Lady (1946) starring James Mason and Margaret Lockwood