Movies at Midnight

Streams of consciousness,
Trapped in a panoply of celluloids
And abandoned plastic films,
Catch my eye.

I share them on the big screen
Where silent silver stills breathe
And glide across skylines
At midnight.

They inch closer to me.
The starry-eyed starlets seal
The gulf that lies
Between our eyes,
And fill my ears
With secrets and whispers
That I've heard before
In theatres, studios and cassette stores.

And they arrest you under their sepia glares
To inspect your indifference,
'Cause earlier I saw you share
The same movies with someone else
With a giant bowl of popcorn
And accoutrements unnecessary.
But I should've been warned
That not all movies have a happy ending.




◄ A Vagabond's Road

The Soul of the Moon ►


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Shifa Maqba

Wed 2nd Dec 2020 16:43

Thank you Philipos. It's always a delight to read your comments.

Thank you Aisha and Jordyn for hitting a like!

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Mon 26th Oct 2020 12:31

A well presented and (for many of us) shared kind of experience when watching a weepy over the passing years.

You relive the experience for us on screen.

Well done you.


P. 👍

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Shifa Maqba

Sun 25th Oct 2020 01:33

Thank you so much, Keith and Stephen, for your encouraging comments.

Thank you, John and Desmond for hitting the like button.

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Stephen Atkinson

Sat 24th Oct 2020 13:12

You use words beautifully, Shifa. & I had to google panoply 😄. Favourite word of the day 😉

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keith jeffries

Sat 24th Oct 2020 11:24

a good and interesting poem
Thank you for this

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