Curtains Open

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Act 1
Scene 1
*curtains open*

Submitted: January 04, 2012

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*Curtains open*

As the magnificent folds of crimson velvet swing open,

Light casts dim shadows behind us, sending sparks of silver,

Shooting everywhere.

Glitters of crimson red, burgundy rows and deep purple bows

That tie together the seats upon which a feast of characters shout and call

Men with ties that sprinkle dew, and mustaches finer than the fur of a cat

Sit with their rotund bellies bulging and waistcoats splitting

Ladies eloquently dressed in their most extravagant dresses,

Cascading wigs and deathly white skin.

Their faces eagerly devour the pompous actors and the delicate ballerinas

That prance and dance with tittering footsteps over the wooden stage.

With masquerade masks decorated with gold, turquoise, dark green and lavish red,

The dancers amuse the raucous crowd as they call for more plays

Behind the set, beautiful costumes, glittering chandeliers,

Lie hidden in boxes waiting to be used.

Workshops, storerooms, dressing rooms and cellars

Hide away the magic of the theater

Ropes hang from the ceiling, makeup lies discarded

In the rush and haste to be on stage to perform to the crowd.

Every night, a braying and brawling crowd comes to the theater

Where mystery and magic lies,

Behind every door.

I dance across the stage and speak out the most gravest of plays,

For I am a dancer, a singer, an actor, an acrobat

And the theater is my home.

*Curtains close*

 

 


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