Saturday Night at the Movies

The drive-in’s
big night was Saturday.
Kids wandered in pyjamas
until they crashed
full of chips, Pluto pups and fizzy drinks.
Teenagers got up to antics
as parents feared,
and beer was drunk.

It was hours lounging
in camping chairs,
takeaway meals,
mattresses in the back of utes,
the occasional storm,
with fogged windscreens.

People went to the drive-in;
Australia was outdoors.

The screens have darkened
leaving excursions down memory lane.
Sites have been devoured
by development
where cars once lined up
and kids sat on pillows
to peer over
mum and dad’s shoulders.
They now sprawl in front of the TV.

Copyright © December 2012 Norma Martiri

I have very fond childhood memories of going to the Paspalis drive-in in Nightcliff, Darwin with my family in the late 60’s and early 70’s, most of which are represented in this poem. My mum and dad would sit on picnic chairs in front of the car with a fold-up table full of food, and we kids would sit on a picnic blanket and eat our dinner in the cool. It was too hot to sit in the car in Darwin — it was alfresco even before we knew what alfresco meant. After dinner we’d go up to the shop to buy ice-cream and goodies. By the time the second movie came on we were buggered and slept on the blanket at our parents feet or in the back of the station wagon lined with a mattress while mum and dad sipped cold beer and enjoyed the movie. It was what families did back then.



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  1. Pingback: Saturday Night at the Movies (Found Poetry) | Erasure Poetry

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