Open Poetry #37 |
Seven Ages of Man |
playing.with.crayons Member
since 2006-01-02
Posts 362Neverland |
He ushered me through a heavy wooden door laden with promises and dripping golden ashes. He advances finger pointed in the air and fanged teeth gleaming I'm to watch a play tonight. The first scene flickers and dances in front of my eyes A newborn baby swathed in pink Eyes creased and mouth indignant as proud parents rest Wearily ecstatic The second scene A little girl Eyes wide hand clinging to the bedpost As the storm outside beating her window with its angry fists sends her into hiding under a blanketed refuge. The Third Age a long black dress with long black sleeves Eyes hooded plagued with memories Close and a white hand traces the scars. The fourth scene, fourth Age Is a woman Eyes wild and bare skin displayed her laughter is enamoured filling the timid with dare and swallowing days as fast as she can take them. Then, a red-faced woman with hard fought beads of sweat ornamenting her face And a final push and final scream are rewarded with a wail. And so begins the Sixth Age Gentle lines of knowledge fanning from her eyes and hair colour faded weak to show A weathered hand runs fingers over a leather-bound photo album and she sees tomorrow sliding away. The Seventh Age I see shifting silhouettes and shadows against the wall. A baby wails woman laughs And I see a photo falling “I know,” I whisper He questions how I understand The Seventh Age But before I answer I turn to listen To the final curtain call. * * * An assignment - a modern response to Shakespeares "Seven Ages of Man". No pressure, of course... http://www.ac.wwu.edu/~stephan/webstuff/poetry/Shakespeare-TheSeven.html |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Ahhhh! Nicely done! |
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playing.with.crayons Member
since 2006-01-02
Posts 362Neverland |
*grinning* thank you xxx |
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