Cinema of YoreA Poem by SidA tribute to the black and white cinema of the 50s and 60s...They present
before us The mystery
and the allure Of the Black
and White canvas Woven
intricate, with imagined colours.
These
untainted gems of art Polished by
the hands of time I try to
recreate with words Four of these
gems in sight.
He is
accused of rape His only
lingering sin The colour
of his skin The burden
of difference The very
worst of sin, but To Kill A
Mockingbird.
The burden
of truth lies With twelve
homely men All evidence
considered A shred of
doubt remains Yes they
will rage, the 12 Angry
Men.
The murder of a cruel man The ever
pervading mystique Resurrection
from the cold The haunted
spirit within. Who are
they, but Les
Diaboliques.
Plot, the
perfect murder Shattered by
reality Used with a
sly wit To further
his cause For that
longing of freedom Dial M For
Murder.
I bow to
these pieces Humble and
content For building
our castles Way better
than we can.
For creating
our miracles And forging
our thoughts Taking us to
places That can
never be forgot. © 2012 SidAuthor's Note
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