The Player

Dark and Light

The Player

The late April sun beats down

and I gratefully receive it.

Warmer than the average

says the weatherman.

The sky is crystal blue

and as I gaze into its calm ocean

there is a crescent moon

peeking out from the velvet curtain,

like an actor waiting in the wings

to make a cloaked entrance.

Jealous of the lead,

he holds back

waiting for his cue

and watches the star, centre stage,

holding his worshipful audience

in his blissful radiance.

But come the second act

he knows he will have his moment,

and he will tread the boards

this night.

 

23/04/15

Reviews

[B]

The player

When does he ever go out of fashion ?

[Gio S.P.]

Again, your use of imagery is astonishing. Your writing deserves much more recognition!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I just write to lessen the stress of existence. You are kind Gio.

[Lydia Shutter]

GREAT metaphor in this one. The moon is personified brilliantly. I could picture the shoreline, the sky, the moon.....so lovely. Lydi**

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Lydi. Hope your Friday is good.

[Tom McRoberts]

I love it! I've read a million metaphors about the moon, but never one so full of personality. Personality that makes so much sense in the extended metaphor.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Tom. I had finished hours of working in my Garden (not so far from MK- in fact going there Saturday for Saints Vs Saracens) and sat on my relaxer, looked up and there in a clear blue sky was this crescent moon and it was only 15:30 ish.

[Mike]

Wow this is really good. I really enjoyed the depth of it.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Mike

[Mike]

You're quite welcome. Please feel free to read some of my poetry and give feedback