fifteen minutes till curtain,
the lost art of sweeping velvet to the side,
while first flickers of film
shock the sleepy visitors
to war at the front;
serial moments follow
with darkest of cars crashing
over precipices, and ladies,
needing closure,
smell the popcorn,
pushing their rumps past faces
intent on fantasy,
each eye
glazed with butter.
Boy, bring back the good ole days--I remember those...long, long ago (sigh)
Thanks for the memories--they played on the screen of my mind.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
MMMMMMMMMMM--smell that popcorn!
Reviewed by M. B. (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2005
I love this! It just flows so well from one word to another evoking crystal clear images. I can see that heavy, deep red velvet curtain, feel the anticipation of the matinee to begin, and I can smell the buttery, salty popcorn. Makes me want some. Beautifully composed.
Reviewed by Jim Moore (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2005
Excellent use of language and visuals. Great subject line and conjecture.
Now this brought back a memory or two of the old Rivoli Theater here in my home town. Its long gone now. Progress. You've captured the feel perfectly. A great write.
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Boy, bring back the good ole days--I remember those...long, long ago (sigh)
Thanks for the memories--they played on the screen of my mind.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
MMMMMMMMMMM--smell that popcorn!
Well done, Larry!
Jim
Love Tinka
so enjoyable
very well read of us matinee viewers
trying to catch those actors dreams
enjoyed!!