The stage now empty
Curtain down
An eerie quiet
Whispers sound
Each footfall
That tread the boards
Ghostly in
The lonely halls.
The dressing room
Removes the paint
From a haggard face
Its age revealed
The actor who
Not quite a hit
Supporting roles
Did comfortably fit.
The mirror looks
Deep to his soul
Years seem lost
His ambition old
One night finished
Soon another arrives
The bright lights shine
But not his eyes.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N. yes, a 'has-been' now? Like that bus - it has been and gone! lol. Or did it ever arrive in the first place?
Early ? late or not at all lol
I like the evolution of this poem as it takes the reader from the beginning of life or the play through it to the end. The last line leaves a question as to why his eyes do not shine and this is haunting
thanking you, much appreciated
You are most welcome
I have that mirror - seriously: it came from a theatre I once worked in.
The theatre game, one could argue, is a microcosm of the big bad world out here. I'll throw in "All the world's a stage" as a bonus.
bravo, thanks for reading much appreciated
Haunting final image. Very tense and atmospheric, accentuated by the meter and short lines. Great write
most kind many thanks much appreciated
Nicely done
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