Monday, 5 September 2011

Driving 1953

Parking was never dad's strong point.
he saw cars as toys
rides to enjoy
a dodgem car bust up derby
a metal missile pointing us
home from a newly visited destination
or creeping along darkened streets
after emptying a keg of beer
at a birthday party
guided by gutters on either side
each bump left or right
a reminder to an inebriated brain
to make a correction
while we clung
white knuckled to the upholstery
screaming advice and
crying out in terror


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13 comments:

Cad said...

Nasty memories! Ooer!

Berowne said...

Written under the alfluence of inkohol?

sarah toa said...

Nightmarish ...
but a brilliantly quick image too. Nice work, Mr Hat.

jane.healy said...

Bought alot of unsavoury memories back to me too!

Helen said...

Sounds harrowing, so glad there were survivors.

Grand Purl Baa said...

Fab.

Erratic Thoughts said...

Oh yeah parking is sometimes scary...I totally relate to some such incidents...
Nice Magpie!

gautami tripathy said...

Bad memories but good writing..

hitching a ride in rusted trails

Trellissimo said...

The atmosphere is conveyed here very well. Thank you.

Jinksy said...

Makes me glad I wasn't ever in his back seat...

Tess Kincaid said...

Great write...I didn't know whether to scream or laugh!

roughwaterjohn said...

That probably happened more than we realize back in the day. Glad that's changed and even more grateful I followed your link to find your wonderful writing.

charleslmashburn said...

I have, unfortunately been along on some similar rides. Wasn't always dad, but always terrifying. Love the poem!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/he-was-a-ford-man-2/