A poem I wrote when I first started writing okay poems

I always think about this poem when I'm about to go home for Christmas. I've still got the high school memories with me, and my theatre memories are the ones that stay with me the most powerfully.




Christmas Plays

On stage,
a high school set
attempts to establish scenery.
Emerald velvet curtains contrast sharply
with ruby cement walls.

It looks like Christmas.

I sink into my orange seat
aisle three, seat twenty-four.
My program wrinkles from my grip
as I breathe deeply the saw-dusty air.

I taste home.

Actor’s buzz oozes from the wings.
Lights dimming,
I wonder why I let Heaven go.