Hanging fireA Poem by Ken Simm.
Hanging fire. An old dusty player The best in the world Played across the screen Some downfall of the world One based on all the others Single, large and glazed Reflecting an old room The eye of the century Chiaroscuro, sat an old man in an armchair The speech of this player was strange Simple Science Fiction of the late sixties The first real signs of alien life Come visiting when we were young Important he said An event in history Then there was old music Before electronics Old groups
The darkness of the room was all wood Rare wood The man sat in baroque darkness The man spoke He said There are no great musicians anymore And then later This music has many many memories for me The screen flashed as he pointed at it He stroked the cat on his lap Four eyes flashed As a light faded from across the room he began to hear voices © 2008 Ken Simm.Featured Review
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16 Reviews Added on February 6, 2008 AuthorKen Simm.Scotland, United KingdomAbout'I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience' Thoreau. For all those who .. more..Writing
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