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Life after cinema (part 1)

  • 23-01-2020 3:31pm
    #1
    hgfj
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 252 ✭✭


    When the curtain falls and all
    the shaded lights turn bright,
    and restless bodies rise, and eyes
    that connect in the sudden glare
    witness that rare instant
    when recognition becomes obscene,
    then the screen that flickered
    and dimmed and died can finally hide,
    to become merely memorised,
    yet still forgotten,
    behind the landed curtain.


Comments

  • #2
    km85264
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 146 ✭✭km85264


    I never knew the ending of a movie could be so profound. Do you really have a cinema that has a curtain?


  • #3
    hgfj
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 252 ✭✭hgfj


    km85264 wrote: »
    I never knew the ending of a movie could be so profound. Do you really have a cinema that has a curtain?




    Back in the late seventies or early eighties whenever I first wrote this poem, 40 odd years ago, - yes.


  • #4
    Sheridan81
    Closed Accounts Posts: 1,429 ✭✭✭Sheridan81


    I don't like the echo of "rise" and "eyes" in the third line; rhymes too close always sound amateurish to me.

    I don't understand why "recognition becomes obscene".

    Other than that, it's a nice short poem.


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