ACT ONE-
Electricity fizzles through her eyes,
And there’s a sparkle in her voice
As she tells me of her past
Or some oft repeated story.
A lady I once daydreamed
Of becoming my queen
But instead she’s another courtier like me.
The ghost of some old movie star
Is imagined in our words-
We should have been born 50 years ago.
ACT TWO-
We used to sit on castle walls
Just overseeing the ants within,
Then while I tied up my shoe lace
She jumped down to join them.
I did not want to jump-
I was afraid I might fall.
She found her comfort, they saw her beauty,
It wasn’t just me who saw it anymore.
I still sit on those castle walls
Still watching the giants above.
She sometimes sees me,
Drops down and brings me
A crust of bread.
We talk about other things,
But her eyes long for another country.
©Charlie F. Kane
30/7/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so much more than just a write of beauty. It holds a story as intriguing and hidden as the walls of a castle. I imagine her as a bird in act two. And you, becoming one of those ants. When I read it again the colors shift slightly, as in a rare kaleidoscope I cam move into. I truly enjoyed this write, talented one. Thank you.