A Great Depression eroded hearts,
A hard life exacting hard labor
with little money to show for it
and even less time for fun.
Nights out were so very rare
infrequent escapes became events
treasured enough to warrant
three piece suits and pretty dresses.
It was a very different time
When movies were in black and white
and theaters were gilded with gold
in intricate sweeping art deco...
chandeliers dangling as works of art
not simply sources of ambient light.
Hearts break at the sad vision
a grand old lady, sagging,
now weary and worn,
paint pealing, curtains dry-rotted,
plaster falls from the ceiling
at the slightest noise
The massive chandelier still beams
in false hope of last-minute rescue.
The cold wrecking ball
puts an end to it all...
A fragile beauty, forever lost
Never again to return us to simpler times...
finally crowded out by the speed, bloat,
and callousness of a careless modern life.
Copyright © 1998, 2006 Landen Michaels / STRESSEDwriter
(originally posted on xanga 2006.09.06)
Top Photo © 1997 by James R. Freeman
NOTE: Written after losing the battle to save the last of the old theaters from demolition.
Take a look at the images attached to the poem to see what's left of the grand old lady... merely a hint at the splendor she once was...
See also: Peter Joseph Swanson's photo tribute to the era.




Comments: 30
They built them so grand yet didn't keep them around long.
Not fair.
Such a shame this one was lost.