Opus to my Dad, The Film Addict

 

Taking your final journey, you once told me that films allowed you to experience any adventure in any time,

And yet your own life was full of adventure.

So in closing the opus of your life

 

A gift to Nan and Grandad

BABY BOOM

Playing the Bugle at the Salvation Army

BRASSED OFF

Falling in the river and emerging with tiddlers in your boots

ITÕS A WONDERFUL LIFE on A NIGHT TO REMEMBER

Standing in your cot during the war

THE LONGEST DAY

Moving to Kent

MOVING WITH RICHARD PRYOR

Riding a bicycle to the Saturday morning pictures, buying your ticket, a three-course meal and a few comics and still having change from tuppence

TWELVE MONKEYS

Excelling in History, English and Engineering

DEAD POETÕS SOCIETY

Loving the French revolution, and your lady teacher

MARIE ANTOINETTE

Not too keen on carpentry

FERRIS BUELLERÕS DAY OFF

Getting into the Tech

GOOD WILL HUNTING

A natural in the Humanities and Mechanics

THE MECHANIC

 

Learning gardening, later doing NanÕs garden

LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS

Joining the RAF

BATTLE OF BRITAIN

Honourable discharge, peritonitis

A FEW GOOD MAN

Playing basket ball and wrestling

TEEN WOLF

Marrying and having a family, twice, Grandchildren

CHEAPER BY THE DOZEN

Working for the Post Office

THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE

Writing to, and getting replies from Kenneth Williams, the cast of Monkey Magic and Jacqueline Pearce from BlakeÕs Seven

SERENDIPITY

Later working for London Transport, lifelong service

UNSTOPPABLE

Passing your Engineering exams

RED DWARF

Getting burnt in Tunisia

STAR WARS ON-SET

Writing for The Prisoner magazine

I AM NOT A NUMBER, I AM A FREE MAN

 

A Trekkie and a Fanderson

TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO MAN HAS GONE BEFORE

Scotland with Moggie and Jasper

BRAVEHEART

Known for your love of films

FAMILY GUY

Driving to Frejus

LE JETEE

Listening to Jack the Giant Killer and other fairy tales all the way

MALEFICENT

Your favourite film; The Seven Samurai

THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN

Visiting a Buddhist Temple

SEVEN YEARS IN TIBET

A lifelong believer in reincarnation and multiverse theory

SOURCECODE

You admired nanÕs faith

THE SILENCE

Meeting you at the train station

BRIEF ENCOUNTER

A duck named Quackers, a rabbit named Lady

WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT? YOU VISITED THE SET

 

Big NanÕs at the seaside, trampolines, pavilion

THE PIRATE MOVIE

Shouting more than the children at pantomimes

THE SLIPPER AND THE ROSE

Aunty Pauline and Uncle MelvinÕs Farm; cuddling the chickens

WALLACE AND GROMET

Video shop and Empire and StarBurst magazines

VIDEODROME

Travelling across America

CANONBALL RUN, MIDNIGHT RUN

Planning, maps, maps and more maps

RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK

Disliking Disneyland, preferring Magic Mountain

NATIONAL LAMPOONÕS VACATION

WWF and Golden Ladies of Wrestling

MILLION DOLLAR BABY

Loving the national parks, and of course Universal Studios

THE GREAT OUTDOORS

White water rafting and swimming

INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM

Meeting Morgan Freeman, Bridget Fonda and John Hurt

DEEP IMPACT

 

Experiencing an Earthquake

TREMORS

Getting Emma and I to sit next to a rattlesnake for a photo

ANACONDA with a bit of VENOM

Telling stories of your gang on the underground

MEN AT WORK

Horse and camel riding

THE MUMMY

ŌCheating BitchÕ was your name for the arcade games; Cheyenne and Track n Field.

TAKEN FROM THE THING, A FILM DAD AND I WATCHED WHEN I WAS WELL UNDER 18 SORT OF 8ISH

A connoisseur of the midnight Rocky Horror Show

MICHAEL RENE WAS ILL, THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL

Feeding the animals at Brambles Forest Park

HARRY AND THE HENDERSONS

Cinema, cinema, cinema

THE ARTIST as ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOOS NEST

London Shows; Phantom, Cats, Evita

THE PRODUCERS, YOU LOOKED A BIT LIKE KENNETH MARS

Long drives and equally long chats

ROAD TRIP

Atlantis and Build a Better Burger

CLUE

A ladyÕs man

RISKY BUSINESS

Treasure hunt at Christmas, impossible clues

THE GOONIES

Buying Nanny allsorts and aunty Glad coconut mushrooms

CHOCOLAT

Impossible quizzes and clues

SHERLOCK HOLMES

You spoke your mind, especially in restaurants

THE BLUES BROTHERS

Lapland, travelling across the ice; reindeer, huskies and ski-do trailers

ALIEN VS PREDATOR

Visiting Ireland, we got you drunk and stuck Star Wars stickers to your walking stick

THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK

Happy Doggy Birthdays

THE INCREDIBLE JOURNEY

 

Taking your final journey, you once told me that films allowed you to experience any adventure in any time, and yet your own life was full of adventure.

So in closing the opus of your life,

We offer these last words with heartfelt loveÉ

ROADS? WHERE WE ARE GOING WE DONÕT NEED ROADS

 

In loving memory of Anthony ŌTonyÕ Baldock 1940-2018

 

Relief

 

For Twenty years he sat shadowed by bars, confined and alone,

He questions why and how.

Accused in the wrong,

Found guilty for a murder he did not commit,

Circumstantial evidence.

 

Victim's devastated family,

Photos of the wounds,

Reports of her suffering,

Local allegations.

 

A witch hunt,

Desperate for release,

Hope for a reprieve,

Legalities and evidence ignored.

Horrific images, bloody, slashed, naked,

That's what jurors see.

 

Tearful kin and friends,

That's what jurors see,

Not proof or lack of it.

His lawyer arrives,

Priest in tow.

 

Last steak eaten, Prayers,

Faith diminishing,

Condemned men marched to their death.

 

Laid on a bed,

Veins surrender to needles.

Somewhere behind the glass another is smiling,

No longer threatened by the truth.

Dreams after Film Night

 

Eerie empty streets, sheltered by darkness,

The Parish village a cluster of Auld Shebeens,

The clinking voices echo, unnaturally.

My feet drag, eyes blind to the lights,

Into the rural wilderness, no moon,

My feet drag into the farmer's wilderness.

 

Old Tom's house is cobwebbed like his chin,

Haunting, darkened windows, eyes to the soul.

I force the derelict cottage door, expecting light,

The jolly furnishings evolved into dreary remnants.

No sign of Tom! Dust, webs and a hint of blood,

His bed now an altar, his wrapped body rises undead.

 

The hammering of marching corpses fill my ears,

Trapped like an arachnid's prey I run or fly.

I am in another world, a world of melancholy,

Pushing through the bodies I struggle to escape.

There on the woodland lane shining lights descend,

Azure demons emerge from the tree's shadows.

 

Some folk from the Parish await their demi-gods,

Capturing others for cruel sacrificial trauma;

I am held, forced to watch the visceral mutilations,

Only as greying daylight approaches can I escape.

Visions of flayed men tied to Monastic ruins cling,

The deceased now over run by platoons of fearsome apes.

 

To our kinÕs home I run, a great white house, penetrable,

I ask for sanctuary, but they are determined to surrender, I know better!

To no beast will I be a mindless slave,

I plea with them to reconsider. I am sadly ignored.

Floating away I look back and see an ape covered home,

And hoards of the beasts streaming down the lane.

 

Can this be? An elevator in the sleepy countryside?

Reluctantly I step in, I cannot resist, but I am afraid,

The lift rises and rises for eons until jolting still.

As the doors part in steps an inhuman, handsome man,

Dark of hair, possessed by foreign beings, consumed,

He breathes out his parasite and shares it with man.

 

My simple life is long gone, invaded by unnatural beings,

Feelings of fear mixed with the excited rush of adrenaline.

This is the unknown, grim dimension.

The apes build below, I step into the lift and land on an unresponsive dappled mare.

Beyond the parish our familiar ocean still glows, beckoning,

Finding a wooden raft on the reef filled beach I try to leave.

 

The waters flow softly, not with their usual ferocity,

I drift until reaching the bedraggled, stony pier,

The apes, furious and furrowed are lying in wait.

Two sea dragons, intelligent, olive, almost human take me,

I am strapped callously to a giant steeple bell and swung,

As Buddha lies like a giant, crippling the villagers below.

 

© Valkyrie Kerry Kelly

 

Bio:  ŌValkyrieÕ Kerry Kelly is a multi-graduate, wife, mum of five and bipolar survivor. She lives in Mayo, Ireland and writing is her passion. She is a philanthropist and philosopher and does not shy away from expressing both exceptional beauty and deep controversy. Kerry has had poetry published in 'Peeking Cat,' 'TigerShark,' 'Plum Tree Tavern,' 'Eskimo Pie,' 'Love Letters,' 'Wicked Words' and '19,751 Words.' Her short stories have appeared in 'Paragraph Planet,' 'Entropy Squared' and 'Short Break Fiction.' KerryÕs debut as an editor proved highly successful with 'Stan and EllenÕs Grand Opus' reaching Number One in the Chapbook Charts.