A Poem-A-Day Celebration

Poem submission by missyankey

~ Act One ~

It was a beautiful Opera.

Grand, classic, and timeless.

People travelled for miles,

Vying to get tickets to the greatest show on earth.

They dressed in their finest,

Competing to stand out;

But everybody apart from her was bland

In comparison to the deep rich colours of the costumes.

Excitedly they talked and chattered as they absorbed

The magical mood of the theatre.

People gasped, and giggled, and roared with laughter.

They listened, they felt, and they cried,

Lost in the emotion of the story.

The story was bought to life by her.

Everybody talked about her- the star of the show.

The muse. The inspiration. The undeniable talent.

They hung on her every word with baited breath;

Mesmerized by the leading lady.

Women looked on in awe and envy:

Green as they watched every gentleman in the audience captivated.

She was a star- the main attraction.

Her melodies etched in the mind of a thousand memories.

Her dressing room overflowed with grand bouquets of the finest orchids.

She was flooded by countless invitations from Counts and Lords-

Pursued by the lands most eligible bachelors. 

She was overwhelmed with compliments and gifts from every corner of the globe.

All of which she accepted with grace;

But none of which she accepted with heart.

People queued for hours just to have a chance to catch a glimpse of her.

The flash of her smile was trailed by a thousand flash bulbs.

The papers wrote about her.

Her face was inescapable.

Everybody knew her;

But nobody knew who she was,

For a disguise was forced upon her.

So she played her role-

Silently hoping that someone would see past the invisible mask.

~  ACT TWO ~

He watched her from the same spot night after night.

Spending fortunes he didn’t have on tickets.

He knew every word, to every song.

He knew every step, every move- every inch of her.

After they locked eyes,

It happened every night, at the same point, in the same song-

Which soon became their song.

He was her greatest fan.

He adored her from a safe distance.

She was his greatest love.

He connected with her- beyond the invisible mask.

Safe in the knowledge that she knew who he was,

And that he knew the secret her.

Yet, he decided not to join the queue of clueless admirers,

Even though he would have jumped straight to the top-

For the risk was just too great and his heart could not take it.

So his heart became closed;

Locked like the door to her dressing room.

Her heart became cold;

Empty like the stalls at the end of the show.

-THE END-