2nd Place
‘Curtain Call’ by Phoebe Castle
The curtains close
As the clock strikes sixteen
Ladies, gentlemen
The act is over
There’s nothing to see
I’m a smiling woman,
Floating
In my flooded theatre
Surrounded by
The red
Velvet seats,
Velvet floors,
Velvet walls.
Floating in red velvet
Luxurious
Don’t you think?
The masks are removed
As all is turned off,
No longer red but black.
Though there is no light
In my flooded theatre
The music never stops
Consumed by noise.
‘What a triumph’
I think
‘What a show’
They all say
And as the clock strikes sixteen
I take my bow.
BIO: My name is Phoebe Castle, I am 15-years-old and live in England. Writing and reading are my passions and I take great pleasure in spending my spare time writing poetry and short stories. My favourite poet and writers are Sylvia Plath and Claire Bidwell Smith.
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