Sunday, March 6, 2011

Curtain Call















She'd played every part
Every venue. Great and
small. Page two news and
five star reviews. Applause
flowers, final bow, encore
after encore. And now...

This was to be her finest
hour. An unexpected
illness would not upstage
her moment of glory.
So, she rehearsed the
final scene. An audience
of family and closest
friends would gather
by her beside. There'd
be all the drama. Tears
laughter. Right on cue.
And she would shine
centrestage as own her
spotlight was fading.
It would be memorable.
Magnificent.


But at her final curtain
call, she exited stage
left, at the bottom of the
stairs. Alone.



Posted for One Shoot Sunday

12 comments:

dustus said...

Such a sad narrative piece with her rehearsing her final moments in the light of dying with loved ones beside. Emotional poem. Nice work.

8thavesouth said...

i like a good story -- well done -- she was alone but strong and i am sure quite happy

Brian Miller said...

awww...that is a bit sad...i am glad she has her loved ones with her...and hope she says goodbye...

wurdz said...

sad yet powerful ending.the set up was story book and you brought it all around with ease...nice!

Steve Isaak said...

Devastating finish line to this - masterful lead-up.

signed...bkm said...

Sounds like she had a memorable and happy ending to her life...may we all...nice take Elaine..bkm

Dasuntoucha said...

Felt.

Beachanny said...

Birth and death always in the hands of fate and circumstance. It's a hard role to prepare for in both cases and not an easy ride in between. I liked your take on this prompt. Unique story and your unique voice blend for a really fine poem.
Gay

Lucy Westenra said...

A sad poem, well written. Did you have Ms. Jane Russell in mind?

happygirl said...

Sad, touching and it hit very close to home for me. Thanks for helping me feel my feelings with your words.

Mad Kane said...

Both sad and wonderful. Thanks!

And thanks for participating in my latest Limerick-Off. Looks like you're turning into a "regular" which is great!

Mad Kane

Christine said...

Her final bow sounded like a life lived well.

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