Convulsions Of An Old Stage Actress Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Convulsions Of An Old Stage Actress
Oh! The cracked lips are like a severe drought.
And the sunburn skin as an Ethiopian race.
Her sleepless eyes caught a bygone memory.
She was admired on the stage when the curtain raised.
And the incessant rain of clapping, where were they gone?
The playful audience.
Still she acts in the life-drama but no spectators.
The stage is almost dark and she hears the faraway theme song gradually draws nearer.
She does the rehearsal; 'Stagecoach has come with all the horses,
Before it gets dark I have to pass the woods.
So I leave the script here for my brothers & sisters and the drama is not yet over.'
A bittersweet finale. The pathos of the final performance stirs the reader. She has my applause even if it is only one hand clapping. Superb write, Nimal. You have captured her perfect likeness.10/10 Always your friend, Sandra
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5/22/2024 1:01:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The old actress never dies, despite the depth of her wrinkles. She continues to declaim her role and wait for the clapping, even when the audience is small and the light is dim. Even in death, the show must go on. There is much poignancy in this tender-hearted description Nimal. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥