Unimagined Forces at the Royal Festival Hall
At the moment, it’s a tomb.
But this room will be awoken
With the volume and emotion
Of words that remain unspoken.
Kalmer than ‘you’ll get what’s coming to you’ an open
Window invites a breeze that’s unseen but leads to motion.
I anticipate commotion
But for now it’s simply me in a room making these notes and
I can only speculate as to the things that will unfold in here –
Bold words from a person facing unknown forces…
A hundred chairs glare in menace at a table top,
Angled with an accuracy that actually makes me wait and stop
And think about the poor four people who will face a lot
Of scrutiny today.
Is the way that I’d describe this place because I know its purpose.
The person who has interrupted my display of words has
Spelled it out.
As he led me out, I thought I’d ask the question:
“What’s happening here today then?”
At the moment it’s a tomb
But this room is actually a womb, for a love in bloom.
A hundred happy people looking at the bride and groom,
Maybe snapping happy pics and clapping hands and maybe soon…
…and not a single person in there will appreciate my story.
Beyond ignored – the author of a literal allegory.
I stood in here for minutes feeling unimagined forces
That for some uncertain reason are continuing to draw me.