On the big stage.

On the big stage

From the eclipse

she steps out

slowly teasing:

forget the notion,

she's shy.

Naked for everyone to see,

the exhibitionist returns

smiling, she winks dancing

until the curtain falls.

Her feathery plumage left

tip toeing across

old dusty floors.

Etched on memories

her half moons, crowds adored

on the eclipse of her love

her words, full mouth

disappeared on salty lips.

The audience applauds

on empty seats, now

shadows from memory lanes.

She rests on her thoughts

hearing encores echo,

body tired,

catching her breath,

she's seventy now.

She smiles and bows

the silence deafening

as ghostly flowers litter

the stage again red,

in her mind, roses.

Reviews

[Scrap]

I check on my 74 yr old neighbour Every day, since he lost his wife of 50 yrs last year. I build him a stage where he can dance on again. While reviving memories when he talks to me. I pictured him when i read this.

I heard the audience applaud. Nice. :)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your thoughts scrap/Ty

[alifeacoustic]

Ah, living and recreating her past glories, in mind if not in body. Hearing the crowd, lapping up the attention and the ghostly flowers bring us perfectly back to reality, as they sound echoes in her ears. Nicely done Sir.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Lorry for your thoughts

[V]

This is a really well written, beautifully crafted piece. The images are cinematic. Your use of words seems to be different in this one, more lovely, more romantic even, maybe. I think this one could be my fav of your poems. :)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you so much for the lovely thoughts Vanessa:)