napowrimo post 15.
As Romeo sweeps Juliet off her feet a sigh rings through the theater.
She is in love but not with a man with this building
the smell of the old house, dust and fresh ink on crisply folded paper soothes her.
As the dusty lights dim and she settles to her seat,
she impatiently awaits for the grand finale to once again be alone with this,
the hollowed home of Thespis
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I really love this poem, it's so like you! haha you and your love of theater! This is a really interesting take on an actor's point of view. Good Job!
ReplyDeleteThanks, I want to rework it when I have time it could go a lot different ways
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