Friday, February 5, 2021

ghost lamp

In response to: A Wild Party

 

ghost lamp

 

The final curtain falls to faint applause fading into a single clap that itself gets shorter and shorter with longer pauses in between until utter silence prevails. So she peers from the proscenium hoping to glimpse one last kudo; to catch one irrevocable acknowledgment of her lasting and long performance unknown to all but herself. Yet she kept dancing and singing and flinging her cape with such grace and valiancy and flare in hopes of undoing the ancient history that clouded her context and blocked her way. So she walks across the empty stage once and again and again. Then takes a quiet bow to the emptiness. Sets the ghost light and shrinks into its shadow.

©Karen Casady 2021

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