Cast Shadows
(Inspired by the Jiri Barta
film The Club of the Laid Off)
The abandoned building beckons
paint flakes the wall
falling like downcast eyes,
an eerie dull light seeps insipidly
from and crescent moon,
a flickering dull-bright from
the cracks beneath the antique doors.
Damp musty scents waft over me
the prescence of coal gas menacing,
somewhere a clock ticks loudly,
reinforcing the curse of mortality,
broken glass litters the cracked floor
jammed with bits of ambitious rust.
She stirs the blood filled stew
the broken stove creaks,
the broken stove creaks,
dinner for the laid off
half warm, soon.
the boy’s clock chimes his return
his broken lamp lifeless
casting shadows on nothing!
Screen shot from Jiri Barta's film Club Of The Laid Off
Hey Rob, put your name and number of the poem in the title of the post
ReplyDeleteAmazing descriptions and imagery. I shall seek out this film. Thanks, Rob.
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