An Actor Arrives at the Bristol Old Vic

poem by: Carl Halling
Written on Nov 29, 2016

I remember the grey slithers of rain,
The jocular driver
As I boarded the bus
At Temple Meads,
And the friendly lady who told me
When we had arrived at the city centre.
I remember the little pub on King Street,
With its quiet maritime atmosphere.
                                                                   
I remember tramping 
Along Park Street,
Whiteladies Road and Blackboy Hill,
My arms and hands aching from my bags,
To the little cottage where I had decided to stay
And relax between rehearsals,
Reading, writing, listening to music.
I remember my landlady, tall, timid and beautiful.

 

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Christopher Russon commented:
A lovely poem.an actor who never forgot his roots.
Carl Halling commented:
Thank you so much, Christopher, absolutely, I was all of 24 when I arrived in Bristol all those years ago.

 

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