[Image by Julien Oppenheim, sourced from Pinterest]
The close, draw of curtains across this act –
not the play; life is long for the lucky.
Dim of lights and the make-up
becomes a weight against skin
desperate to breathe, drenched in effort’s
sweat. Hard to smile when ruby lips
spread to opposite side of face and eyes
become black tears sliding down to cheeks
rosy with fatigue. No encore here.
The role is done, dead after that last
tragic scene. Self-bought flowers for the star.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]