Monday, January 9, 2012

GRAND LADY



she stands alone
somewhere between intimacy
and chaotic Times Square
sometimes loud sometimes soft
remembering days that used to be

the fading cracks on her face
reminds us of acts of yesterday
Fanny and Gypsy Rose Lee
a pre-eminent vaudeville act
standing tall

inside she remains gorgeous
hanging with the crystal chandeliers
and the ghost of some acrobat
falling to his death on the mezzanine
while laughing at Burns and Allen

outside she still stands tall
looking over the statue of Father Duffy
and the madness of the Square
needing repair but not shattered
The Palace... our Grand Lady

8 comments:

Dave King said...

Clever the way you've worked them all in.

anthonynorth said...

Excellent words.

kaykuala said...

The Times Sq and all its madness. Broadway, The Grand Lady, and everything else,an unforgettable experience. You brought it out in the open.

Hank

Brian Miller said...

inside she remains gorgeous
hanging with the crystal chandeliers
and the ghost of some acrobat
falling to his death on the mezzanine
while laughing at Burns and Allen

nice...fabulous description and a fresh take on the prompt...nice...

chiccoreal said...

Dear Wayne: A lively and lovely sense of place in this very visual poem. Very nostalgic as well!

Laurie Kolp said...

Vividly layered poem, Wayne... inner beauty and memories are enough.

Tumblewords: said...

Bravo!

Tess Kincaid said...

Lovely tribute to the Palace...I like your unique take...