Majestic theater, only in memory lives on.
Burgundy grand drape tattered and torn,
exposing its soul to the forsaken house.
Fly space and wings, unveiled and stripped.
The regal proscenium arch lies prostrate,
never to rise and separate again.
But within this charred, vapid skeleton
a permeating presence remains.
Flickering and faded, it lingers, waiting
For a kindred soul to conjure its spirit
and allow the reverberating passions
once experienced upon vanished floorboards
to live again. To echo, for a moment, with life
breathed into them by the souls
who graced this once majestic theater.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens, 3-6-11
This is for One Stop Poetry's "One Shoot Sunday". The photography interview is with Jacob Lucas. (and the grammar question I always ask... is it lies or lays?...5th line in poem) The photo below will be for "Black and White Wednesday". And after all, a rose is often given after a performance on opening night!