Theater

Theater prose poem

Uploaded by Fareed K. Ghanem

Fuss and confusion;
At the nearby café, a woman is hanged on her high velvet hat, concealing a left crossed-eye behind a piece of texture pretending transparency.
A director with two extra-ordinary long sideburns points at an old man, who just this moment jumped out of a novel by Charles Dickens, walking on his hands instead of his amputated legs, and shoots his crossed eyebrows like smoke of a booby-trapped car.
The one with the sideburns whispers to me: this one is going to take the role of the Olympiad flame runner.
A man with hooked moustache takes the role of a hen.
A woman screams like a cock.
A pavement goes forwards and takes the front of the stage.
Voices of hummus and beans sellers come from the backstage.
An infinite cheap silk dress creeps from the scattered street to the front seats, then climbs up to high society chambers.
A short man slips down from a failing joke, falls down, but smiles and climbs up with a suspected confidence to the top of his high shoe.
A loud speaker yells on the crossroad: “Makeup, makeup”.
A red napkin goes and comes back over a potbelly.
Lipstick covers the cups’ lips.
Imported guffaws.
Bottles filled with mineral oxygen are sold at the entrance.
A pipe pretends dignity over arrogant teeth.
Then, the curtain is pulled up…
The actors clasp fervently,
And the audience bows down.

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Fareed K. Ghanem

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I am 58 years old, from eastern Galilee, Israel (Palestine). I studied English literature, psychology and Law at the Hebrew university (Jerusalem). In the last three years, I published three books of which is dedicated to prose poetry. You are invited to visit the Facebook page Shadows of Water, where I publish my prose poems I translate to English.
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Sona Wilae
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Very creative, and the imagery is amazing!

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