Oh, how your opal aura would have warmed
that hollow seat beside mine at the Registry
Theatre. This playhouse holds subtle charms,
contradictions mingle here so comfortably.
It is intimate, this communion between stage
and audience, somewhat confessional,
love freely expressed in each line, as ageless
as sisterhood, poetry, all things natural.
There is soul, an emotional cast to Falling:
A Wake. .The actors project a thousand stars.
Seen, misted eyes, for what was lost is calling,
a celestial trail of hope climbing each stair
of dark. Heard, a heart's voice, unrehearsed,
resounding like ovations for purest verse.
*For my Soul-Sis, Nette, who I love dearly... she is a poet extraordinaire who has a heart of gold.
I will be putting up a blog about this poem, on Thursday, with pictures, notes and a closer look at the imagery I am using.
However, I will now share that Falling: A Wake was written by a local playwright and has been very successful. I saw the play seven years ago at the Registry Theatre. It never left me and haunts me still.