Crimson Aisles

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Crimson Aisles

Eyes closed; I see them gliding like dominoes.
Toy soldiers flowing down the crimson aisles.
Taking a seat, bearing the same eager pose…
It has not been this way for awhile.
Now the anxious modality has withdrawn.
Emptiness, the invisible vestiges
Of those who have come, evermore gone,
No echo of words a teller enriches.
The stage used to weep and shake with ire,
The curtains fell in bittersweet conclusion.
The voice of angels I dreamed to aspire
Remain only my tranquil illusion.

The tomb of my youth; charge time for my soul’s theft!
Innocence is ash, oh how could I have left?


With this poem, I hope you receive an insight into the world that once gave me a "rush"... the world that is theatre.

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Okay, the contest panel is still working things out with this new anonymous thing, but hopefully we're done! Here are the reviews on this lovely poem:

Ooh, that's wonderful. I wish I could write poetry (and I may actually give it a go... Maybe.)

And yes, hello to everyone! Haven't been on the site in ages! BUT, hopefully, I'm back to stay!

~ sswolf24

I absolutely love this one. It's got such a thrill to it, so unique to depict the artist on the stage; so many of us, I think, have attended many theatrical productions, but never considered the anxiety and intensity of being on the other side of the curtain. And most beautifully written!

from idril

[Meluivan Indil]

You know reading this gives me a rush. I just love it.

[neb92]

0.0 Pretty... I totally understand too, I'm a theater kid. ^.^ I love watching AND acting in plays, although I have to admit that I enjoy watching more.

"The stage used to weep and shake with ire,
The curtains fell in bittersweet conclusion.
The voice of angels I dreamed to aspire
Remain only my tranquil illusion."

That part right there was what really got to me, such beautiful wording and imagery. It gave me goosebumps.