The atmosphere is electric
some gathered there would say evangelic
as the lights flicker around the evening sky
like acolytes the security guards wait
for the signal to lower the velvet barriers
countdown progresses
as a one hit wonder presses a golden button
with that actress you know off the daily soap opera
and then the worship begins
as the bells ring out
and the dinero fills the tills
as the worshippers take their communion home
in the form of homeware, electricals or fashion
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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