Once Is Enough

The reels spun
while the film snapped
round and round, click a tick a tacky.
Darkness invaded,
the velvet draped windows,
thick of dust,
sucking and smothering
the soft faded light
coming out of the office door
at the end of the hallway.
The old theatre smelled musty
reviving the final memories
of crowded seats,
noisy thumps and clunks
as the padded seat cushions folded up
when you stood to leave.
Intermission and popcorn
that smelled better than it ever tasted.
Burned down to ashes,
frame by frame, life, laughter, gone.
It was a wonder no one got hurt.
I don't think I would have
ever gone back, again.
A do over? Once is enough.

Raine Les 12/17/2009

nice

Sparked a memory of childhood...Wonderful..

(((Sadie)))

Oh I remember the old theaters.
They tore ours down years ago here. Miss it.
Great write.