Hal G.P. Colebatch: The old Bristile exhibition
The old Bristile exhibition
There was a glassed-in rotunda in the paddock,
Along with a witch’s castle, and other delights,
Toy soldiers marched on an endless belt,
Families picnicked. One of those sights
The guide-books never mentioned, yet unique
In its own hardly-noticed way,
With a sort of innocence, a small essence
Of childhood wonder on a sunny day.
Who bought them, dressed the ranks, installed
The machinery that kept them on the move?
Someone long forgotten, bent
To create this strange little act of love.
Slouch-hatted diggers, Britain’s Royal Marines
All in perfect step, rifles at the slope,
The Queen’s gold coach and horses.
Wherever they went, I hope
They are still marching somewhere.
In their way a work of art. These toys
In their simple innocence created
Real memories of delight, real joys,
More than many could aspire to,
Like the magpie larks in the grass,
The yachts on the summer river
Not far away: the soldiers behind the glass
Under tall, lemon-scented gum-trees
While the unexpected show
Of pink galahs conferred in undertones
As they watched the procession go
Round on its endless belt:
Life-guards with drawn swords,
Bell-bottomed sailors,
We watched and needed no words
To know the presence
Of some queer kind of spell,
As petty as you like, such
A little thing to see or tell,
But a real magic all the same,
A window to faery, perhaps,
Something unforgotten, a glimpse to joy
Found on no maps.
Hal G.P. Colebatch
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