Oct 2018
I recall the wonder of discovery and
The awesome Technicolor
When you , taking me in your hand,
Perplexed the monarch of my affections
And I was a spinster no longer
My cataracts bent themselves rectangle
As you made primetime of my matinee
Made me pixellated
The world was square
And the Sky without limits
When I moved you into my private chamber
The pause button, having broken
Made us live in the moment
Every sound wave a fluttering falsetto
That we dare not turn the channel over
You came to me in flat format
But you were the set top box of times now gone
I longed to open you up
And absorb your teletext- the sonnets of old
Primetime was a kaleidoscope
As I lay there in bed with you, my precious television
Suddenly this slim rectangular riddle, when switched on,
was a philanthropist without shackles
The infinite gift that kept on giving
Mid-way through Holby City
20:20
Vision slipping
I lay there captivated by the elements of some fictional dame
And her fiery mane as it lights up the screen
The screen flickered 24 frames per second
And with it I slip into a familiar abyss
Ah, the reassuring comfort of my companion
And how you lulled me to sleep
Every press of the remote was a celebration of my admiration
Groping and clinging to it like some wilting tradition
Night after night you kept me company
Breathing warmth and pointing your aerial towards me
As I begged Mr Murdoch to
Open my eyes and fill me with information
Nothing dared distract me from you
Though there are those that tried
Those who found themselves muted
I was glued
And when the schedules faded to shopping or teletext
I’d switch you off
And listen to you on standby
How your heavy breathing would soothe me
The red on/off light that burns brightly into the night
Lets me know that you are alive
I hide the remote from prying eyes
Beneath the pillow that, on top, sit’s the TV guide
My encyclopaedia to the stars
How you have pleased me endlessly
Illuminating me
Filling me with light
I swift you off and reach for the plug
When suddenly a shock of electricity runs through my body
I feel it in my bones
You are possessive
It reminds me that I am alive
End
The awesome Technicolor
When you , taking me in your hand,
Perplexed the monarch of my affections
And I was a spinster no longer
My cataracts bent themselves rectangle
As you made primetime of my matinee
Made me pixellated
The world was square
And the Sky without limits
When I moved you into my private chamber
The pause button, having broken
Made us live in the moment
Every sound wave a fluttering falsetto
That we dare not turn the channel over
You came to me in flat format
But you were the set top box of times now gone
I longed to open you up
And absorb your teletext- the sonnets of old
Primetime was a kaleidoscope
As I lay there in bed with you, my precious television
Suddenly this slim rectangular riddle, when switched on,
was a philanthropist without shackles
The infinite gift that kept on giving
Mid-way through Holby City
20:20
Vision slipping
I lay there captivated by the elements of some fictional dame
And her fiery mane as it lights up the screen
The screen flickered 24 frames per second
And with it I slip into a familiar abyss
Ah, the reassuring comfort of my companion
And how you lulled me to sleep
Every press of the remote was a celebration of my admiration
Groping and clinging to it like some wilting tradition
Night after night you kept me company
Breathing warmth and pointing your aerial towards me
As I begged Mr Murdoch to
Open my eyes and fill me with information
Nothing dared distract me from you
Though there are those that tried
Those who found themselves muted
I was glued
And when the schedules faded to shopping or teletext
I’d switch you off
And listen to you on standby
How your heavy breathing would soothe me
The red on/off light that burns brightly into the night
Lets me know that you are alive
I hide the remote from prying eyes
Beneath the pillow that, on top, sit’s the TV guide
My encyclopaedia to the stars
How you have pleased me endlessly
Illuminating me
Filling me with light
I swift you off and reach for the plug
When suddenly a shock of electricity runs through my body
I feel it in my bones
You are possessive
It reminds me that I am alive
End
