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.
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Comments2
I've worked in theatre (London, West End). You've cracked it perfectly.
Many thanks, I appreciate it
You’ve set a real stage on this one! Great read….
many thanks glad you liked it
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