After Strand

I open my eyes and draw the curtains
To an empty stage.
I take two steps that echo;
I cross the line of curtain drawn.

The actors, I tell in solemn tone,
Have not arrived,
And will not for some time.

I stand and wait, brows furrowed,
Hands clasped before my mouth
To hide a grin.

The people watch, ensnared
And silent.
Lights point to hardwood floor
And my bare skull.


There is no movement but mine –
Two steps behind the line and off
The edge of their perception.

I’ll take with me the sound of
Two steps;
Leave with them
Two echoes,
An afterthought.

Reviews

[From-the-shadows]

I like it very much. I especially like the last two lines. "Two echoes, An afterthought." You did a nice job keeping the thought and flow throughout the entire poem and that is what keeps the readers attention. You also have good descrition like this line "The people watch, ensnared" Which is a nice descrition I can picture as it would happen that all attention would be fucused on the person who is on the stage because their attention can go nowhere else.

A good write.

[Dice Rosenthal]

From the bigging to end, this poem kept me entraced. For some reason i kept execting everything to ryme, and when it did'nt, it made it even more interesting. I love the ending too. Great job = )

[Annelise]

That is one hell of a last stanza. I relly love the form of your poem.
"The people watch, ensnared and silent"
That is a lovely line, a beautiful metaphor.