The Bird Flies


Umbrellas by Karl Scheich

We stand in line, waiting our turn as one
By one we reach the ticket office door
And the rain pours down where there once was sun
The brollies open like never before
For the show will go on no matter what
They all want to see a diva perform
For the last time she will take them by storm
Her voice once more giving all she has got
For tonight is it; her very last show
After all her years of taking the stage
She is moving on; it is time to go
As the rain pours down where there once was sun
We stand in line, waiting our turn as one
She breaks free from fame that has been her cage

 

©JG Farmer 2016

Form: Tennyson Sonnet

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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