The lights begin to flicker
Murmurs begin to subside
An eerily magical silence quivers in the air
Anticipation whispers from a muted audience
Igniting fire in the hearts behind the stage
As we turn our bodies inside-out
Exposing our souls to the world
Under alias names
Darkness . . .
It begins
The curtain begins to crank open
A speck of light filters over the stage
Like a wave upon the shore
We are exposed
We are free
We are home.
Author notes
Prompt ONE
A contest entry
- Round 2! - The Showstoppers by Nakatrea.
460 points, ended April 22, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very fantastical. Loved where you went with the prompt. And so you may join the finalist list and I will see you in the finals my fellow poet. Thanks for writing such a great piece.
Kat
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This is an interesting take on the prompt. Very unique and well penned.
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