Poetry by Lois Anne DeLong
Standing watch during the intervals
When the applause has faded
A single bulb keeps guard
In this sacred space
A safety measure of course,
This unadorned ghost light.
No more than a bulb on a stand
Yet, perhaps something more
A welcome to those who
Would not tread earth’s boards again
What shadow plays might these
Restless thespians choose to stage?
Unfettered from the constraints
Of printed word, melodic forms,
Physical limitations, or living imaginations.
Free at last to share their dreams
On this side of
The undiscovered country
The word “Places” can be heard
And the replacement cast now take their places
Lois Anne DeLong is a freelance writer living in Queens, New York, and an active member of Woodside Writers, a literary forum that meets weekly. Her stories have appeared in Dear Booze, Short Beasts, and DarkWinter Literary Journal, and her poetry is found in Literary Cocktail.
