A POEM penned in honour of one of Calderdale’s most treasured attractions has been published.
Rex was written by Marilyn Gwizdak-Greenwood, who was born and brought up in Elland and has lived in Greetland for the last 35 years, to celebrate the popular cinema in Elland.
She entered it into a national competition and the poem has now been published in a compilation poetry book by United Press.
Marilyn’s poem Rex:
Monarch or Mongrel? Neither canine or king
Not The Regal, The Palace or man’s best friend
Known as “The Flea-pit” in Green Final times
Then exalted to First Night with runners of red.
Once called The Central with chippie to boot
(Just perfect for supper, “To eat now luv, wi’bits?”)
Just a wall with a window to imaginary worlds
Merging and morphing our thoughts and our dreams
Denying avoidance, the anthem comes first
A radio mast next with the world in clipped voice
Eyes glued to silver, through thick screen of smoke
The flicks of the Woodies no match for the film
Ice cream with horror, enchanted by Ginger
Exhilarated when X-Rated, unmoved when B-Movied
Relationships blossomed on rows of worn velvet
Sealed, Butter Kist and romanced by the light of a torch
Projecting the lives of ordinary folk
Our memories and chants, now obscure, make no sense
Celluloid failure. The darkness, Feet drumming. A chorus of voices: “Put a bob in it, Edwin!”