Beneath the Needle SpireA Poem by The LarkThis poem has been said to be too cryptic, so I'll save you the trouble and tell you that it's about going to the Melbourne Arts Centre and seeing a play.I go to witness once again The fools I most admire: Those player fools whose talent fuels My muse’s inner fire, Within a velvet, gilded hall Beneath the needle spire.
Its outline rises like a lance Up to the tip of night, And all below are lamps aglow With multi-coloured light; A holy temple of The Arts To bear this theatre rite.
And like disciples do we pass Into the hall of gold: The student green, the artist lean, The plutocrats of old; All overcome with ardour At the wonders to behold.
Such finery is rarely wrought As that which greets me here, The splendid swath of well-cut cloth And fashion to revere; No ill-dressed knave to notice On the night of this premiere.
The chiming bell is sounded now, I hear the hush descend, We all prepare to spirits share And disbelief suspend, For magic may yet happen If you willing faith extend.
They come with thunder at their heels, A Tempest wind is blown, In every line a truth divine: An insight to intone; Their Playhouse is a picture box On which our dreams are shown.
This merry lot upon the stage Are clowns as they are wise, With reckless strive they do connive Through honesty and lies, And all in all, their story Does humanity surmise
The players exit with a bow Into the night’s reprieve; Despite release, we cannot cease To daydream and believe; Though we had entered singular An audience takes leave.
Outside, the city bustles on, To home do I retire, But I shall yearn to soon return And sate my sole desire, Within that velvet, gilded hall Beneath the needle spire. © 2012 The Lark |
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Added on November 15, 2011 Last Updated on February 11, 2012 AuthorThe LarkMelbourne, AustraliaAboutI guess I'm something of an old-school poet. I always write with fixed meter and rhyme, and for the most part that's what I enjoying reading too. "I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with th.. more..Writing
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