The Spawn of the Swinging Sixties Chapter Eight Gilded Youth at the Silverhill School 2

Along Whiteladies Road

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

And the first read-through.

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

In beween rehearsals,

Reading, writing,

Listening to music.

I remember my landlady,

Tall, timid and beautiful...