There’s something unique about a radio play,
When you settle back in the quietness of dark.
It is not the programme’s quality which matters,
But that you create a softly spoken haven
Far from the chaos and cacophony of light.
It’s as though each uttered word puts out the fires
Which rage inside your head throughout the day.
Drifting in and out of sleep, the drama unfolds
Around you, lodged in your mind. Imagination,
Straining at the leash, escapes to a better place.
Guilty as charged! Desert Island Discs podcast does me in usually
Thank you so much for the comments, John B, John C and MC. Listening to the radio in bed and in the dark is a special experience. As you say, it is a wonderful way to let your imagination take over. You never know, Coward might have been a secret Jimmy Clitheroe fan!
Thanks to New Shoes, Bramwell, Julie, Holden, Pete, Jimakos and Ursula for liking this poem.
Ah yes...I remember the "steam radio" of my youth and "This is the BBC Home Service. We present ".............." by "............" (theme
music) - followed by the opportunity to let the imagination
conjure up its own reality of what was happening in sound only.
Great stuff of another era.😃 Happy days.
Not quite, Noel Coward, Stephen, but I remember being put to bed as a special treat to listen to The Clitheroe Kid on the wireless one night a week.
Thanks Stephen. I really will have to try one. You have sold it to me! 😊
I loved "imagination, straining at the leash, escapes to a better place.". Great concept!
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Stephen Gospage
Fri 18th Feb 2022 16:34
As it would many of us, Graham!
Thanks for the like, KJ.