David Chadwick

A poem for December 2018

 

Glimpses of Jenny

Nicholas Roeg, you bloody old rogue

I read that filming was delayed

And what a difference that made

I’m sure that suited you

For in the meantime

Jenny Agutter turned sixteen

Which meant you could film

Those lingering shots of her inner thighs

And her perfect young breasts

Not to mention the skinny-dipping scene

And I must confess that while the wombat

Held a certain appeal

And the lizards were interesting

Walkabout is without doubt

A more engrossing film

For those glimpses of

Jenny