THEATRE

nephilim56

The theatre stands empty
History takes its seat
The ghosts of yesteryear
Past and present meet.

The cobwebs and the dust
Discarded posters and scenary
The sound of tears and laughter
Seems to echo over me.

The stagelights flicker briefly
Though electricity there is none
The stage curtains move and flutter
To welcome the leading man.

From the wings you hear voices
Controlled chaos upon the air
Three weeks from demolition
Gone as if never there.

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 1st, 2024 04:19
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  • Doggerel Dave

    I've worked in theatre (London, West End). You've cracked it perfectly.

    • nephilim56

      Many thanks, I appreciate it

    • Parisab

      You’ve set a real stage on this one! Great read….

      • nephilim56

        many thanks glad you liked it



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