Old Honda, A Poem By Mandy Sutter
by Mandy Sutter
Enjoy a light-hearted yet poignant look at the possible future for a car getting on in years. Perhaps, now, it is time for the car to follow its dreams, as there is nothing to lose? This poem comes from Mandy Sutter's collection 'Old Blue Car.'
Transcript
Hello there,
It's Mandy here.
I'm going to read you a poem from my collection,
Which is called Old Blue Car.
And this is the title poem,
Old Honda.
Old blue car,
What if you could fly?
What if,
One sunny afternoon,
As you've slept off your latest speeding fine in the shade of the station wall,
What if your dreams reminded you how?
Tired of Tesco's car park and the twenty-minute Keithley run,
Wearied by all the rights and lefts,
The endless pantomime of the traffic lights,
It wouldn't take long to weigh things up.
The moss on your nearside window and what it might mean,
The boys who snapped your aerial and could come back,
Next month's M.
O.
T.
,
Our shared fear of the word scrap.
Better,
Perhaps,
To just take off on the Addingham bypass and head for the open skies,
However empty their promise is.
Shed your tyres one by one like hot shoes above the fields of cows.
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