Bakelite Poems - Poems about Bakelite

...Ambered hues in faded frames, a bygone era's smile, Bakelite whispers of forgotten songs, on a crackling vinyl isle. Daguerreotypes, ghosts of laughter, dance in sepia light, Embers of a childhood......Read the rest...

...The moon had got itself tangled up in a glass telephone kiosk. Tricks of light do not apply to moonlight, for it is a ghost haunting its face only through earthy reflections. It looks to us to s......Read the rest...

..."At the Third Stroke. It will be four, four, and 40 seconds, precisely." "At the Third Stroke. It will be four, four, and 55 seconds, precisely." Old timers like me can remember when time was vo......Read the rest...

...I've been wanting to call you, but the rolodex was trashed decades ago, and the laptops got Alzheimer's. I need a Bakelite dial phone one heavy enough to withstand some heavy breathing. Whe......Read the rest...

...My Bakelite Moonglow Clock David J Walker My Bakelite Moonglow Clock Circa 1946 Is not just an antique It is Unique Exclusively made to offer The time at a glance At night spreadi......Read the rest...

...They are under the hedge, the elderly, the silver whiskered. Threadbare possums, frail chipmunks. The feeble, squeezed into narrow parts of the day. Her apartment is hedged in. Her telephone i......Read the rest...

...It rings in a cavernous hammock. No location, only a prodding to respond to the dark. It is my parents calling from a Bakelite planet; I imagine retracing a long flex to a whirling dial. I......Read the rest...

...He leads me through East London, docks, pubs and stray dogs, the Thames lapping at low clouds. We find the second-hand player in a street where the shops are dusty holes under viaducts. Carrying......Read the rest...

...We need better plastics, To hell with the bakelite saints That stand silent inside, The great wheels,  of the grand vehicle. Forever sleeping behind visqueen, Covered plexiglass,  hiding th......Read the rest...

...Our first TV, a Mullard, maybe Murphy, black and white five minutes for it to warm up, and it smelt of Bakelite, the back was made of hardboard punched with rows of tiny slots which cast a reddish......Read the rest...

...The bakelite disc revolved at seventy-eight To end up in shards shattered, an inevitable fate Heavy and brittle and full of opera Was replaced with a vinyl at thirty-three With covers a delight t......Read the rest...

...I I am disinfected, sanitised from touch and eyes Do not hold me. I am Bakelite and you smolder Sat solid, the wall cold against my spine. A back-rest To concrete electrocution. I am distill......Read the rest...