Stories On the Screen
I reminisce, I miss
The days we were called
by the stories on the screen.
My sister and I, our story
part of it written in the hall
where darkness descend gladly.
The darkness blessed us
to sew our moments together
with the pricking needle of time.
Spells, the giant screen casts always.
While sitting on our seats
we were on the alien's spaceship.
Jurassic dinosaurs even roamed in front of us.
Whole hall is a time machine.
Her tongue sipped cold cola,
My mouth demands my fingers
an unstoppable work,
to dig into the popcorn cups.
Though footless, wildly giggles
jumped right to left
from left to right on our both cheeks.
The wetness travelled down
our eyelids for the unasked
touch comes out of a story.
My poor sister.
In the middle of every story
my curiosity shows her no mercy
A lot troublesome pinches it gives her.
Who says we are brave
Horror stories do know how to
make our cells to scream their throat out.
Entangled strands of strings in
the garment our memories wearing
are those days.
The days
I reminisce, I miss.
Copyright © Aurora Kim | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment