Some new work

An audience on video

The say you can’t see an audience from the stage
But looking back over the jellied images, washed and wrung out over
Years of play, the stars shone.
There they were – newsreaders, humorists, sportsmen,
And their wives, juggling their breathing through laughter,
As the funny man danced out in front of them,
Lit so no shadow would fall on him.
It was like looking at the night sky – a spread of echoes.
Events that happened years ago, revealing themselves,
Disclosing their final moments, then disappearing.
Watching the adult stars of my childhood,
Dashing across a black screen, existing in laughter only,
Then silenced was enough to fill a few minutes of my time,
From their lifetime’s achievements.