The Drive-in House

Remember that house we used to see, the
one on the hill that overlooked the Drive-In?
And how we heard that the Drive-In people
wired up a speaker so the owners could
watch the movie anytime they wanted to?

I wanted it to be one of those cast aluminium
ones that used to hang from the passenger
side window, before they invented FM radio
and you could wind your windows up tight
and keep the flies out.

I’ll bet that every night they would have
opened their curtains wide and turned off
their lights and sat in the safe dark of their
own little theatre with drinks and snacks
just over there in the kitchen.

Paul Turley was born in Wales and mostly raised in Adelaide where he now lives again after a number years elsewhere. He has just completed a Master of Philosophy degree through the Department of English and Creative Writing at the University of Adelaide, and initiated the inclusion of poetry readings at the McLaren Vale Serafino Wines 2014 Gorgeous Festival.

Readers’ original and unpublished poems of up to 40 lines can be emailed, with postal address, to [email protected]. Submissions should be in the body of the email, not as attachments. A poetry book will be awarded to each accepted contributor.