Cinema Childhood Dreams

Ron Fielder
Aug 25, 2017 · 3 min read

The few remaining fragments of my dream
slip silently away, like cats behind
the garden shrubs. For once I catch one by
the tail, and find I’m shuffling zombie-like
in a wide untidy queue; funnelling through
the exit from the Forum, Kentish Town.

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Ron Fielder

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Ex folkie, ex IBM, now into Bulgarian & Irish music and looking for a youth elixir (got any?).

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