Ceiling Rose

CEILING ROSE

An alabaster ceiling rose is ever so delicate, 
a round swirling pattern that is a joy to look at. 
It used to be white but now it’s all yellow 
with centuries of grime and age old smoke. 
People stop and wonder what went on under 
the hanging lights, what was said, who loved 
who and who dared to dance close. 
Today the huge dance hall is empty 
and the ceiling rose and lights have nothing 
but a sound of silence for company.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Jimmy Boom Semtex Avatar
July 17, 2015 at 5:10 AM
many thanx for your comments and for reading and on my win. yes a poem i wrote when i saw an old victorian room, empty, on tv in the 90s. i thought what had happened in the room. this is the result. cheers all :).
Lamoureux Avatar
July 16, 2015 at 7:45 PM
You told a perfect story with so few words. I loved it! Congrats.
George   Avatar
July 16, 2015 at 12:46 PM
Dear Nick, I love old abandoned buildings and often imagine what stories they could tell. The first poem I entered here years ago, was about going back to the abandoned house that my grandparents lived in from the day they married until they died. The personification is entitled, 'Where the Heart Resides', and is the title of my published books, volume one and two. Love what you have written here, Nick. Only one with a poets heart would see it this way. Elaine C. George
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July 14, 2015 at 2:08 AM
NICK, Congrats in Carol's story poem win. always ~~ LINDA ~~
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July 14, 2015 at 12:22 AM
Nick,, Congratulations on your awesome story win. Love SKAT
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