Stumbling along wet evening streets
glancing at the jigsaw faces
from years ago
torn and flapping,
trying to recall who they were
their names erased by years of exile
from the beams of projectors
piercing the spiralling smoke
with their monochrome magic
engraving spendthrift lives
with icons of fulfilment,
momentarily tethered to
hearts by a spoken word,
a melody hummed,
dah-dee-dah-dee-dah-dum,
while we watched their ghosts
glide across the screen like
seagulls into the fleeting clouds,
where they were lost
to the naked eye.
A lovely, evocative and engaging poem.Deft strokes! A movie classic in black and white.
A lovely poem …canvas of colouring daily chores