I fall to my knees

as the day drew to a close

an usher switches his caps

starts cleaning the aisles

in an empty theatre

before the wailing of sirens

crashing against the city walls

the barbarians howling

trembling jars clink like bells

the fireflies inside them

only ash

 

I fall to my knees

in the middle of making dinner

avocado skins curl black like charcoal

around unfinished drawings

chairs arrange themselves like Stonehenge

before you come home and slide

into the driveway

like a wavering parcel of light

heavy with an ocean,

struggling with the door

the grocery bag catches on the latch,

tears, slips and breaches

revealing day old apples

shined to perfection.

 

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

There are lines I loved here :
avocado skins curl black like charcoal
around unfinished drawings..

Also:
and slide
into the driveway
like a wavering parcel of light..

And course the last four lines.

The greatness of an artist lies in uplifting the mundane into something glorious and the clarity of vision to see a moment for what it is.Lovely writing.

[Emily B]

The words drew my breath away. So much electric emotion.

[Nishant Gupta]

nice one read mine too "QUEST OF LIFE".

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Wow such wonderful and powerful imagery in this. I adored the 2nd stanza. This is so well written, enjoyed reading this.