Who of us hasn’t watched a director’s movie and reacted?
The Sunday Whirl blog invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 word.
The timing was impeccable.
It took away my breath.
The vision bleak, but what technique –
to watch that blazing death!
Some say that it was nebulous.
I thought the scene an opaque pact.
A fiery statement upon a marble slab –
That only a soul of stone would not react.
The torch lit.
A hover of truth now seeking its lover.
Though touched as it were, and crushed –
Even Death could not take it over.
And as I imagined the Director’s final cry of “Cut!”,
Though critics panned it, the fading scene lanced my gut.