Today is the fourth day of GloPoWriMo and Easter Sunday. I hope those of you who celebrate have had a lovely day. It has been strange being unable to see family this Easter, but hopefully we are coming towards the end of things now.
Today’s prompt was to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces.
This is my poem, inspired by this photograph, which reminded me of all the theatres which have been closed during lockdown. I hope you enjoy it.
What do you call a revolving door
that has stopped revolving?
What do you call a ticket booth
with not a single show to sell?
A rain soaked pavement where no feet tread
boards, empty and gathering dust
on the rust and peeling paint
brush on makeup, layered thick to survive the lights
dark and silent,
faded ghost of applause.
When a theatre is desolate,
what do you call the building left behind?
You can read all of my 2021 GloPoWriMo poems here.
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