In those seven years
our life projected in movement
Like an 1895 Cinématographe.
It was like a train had arrived at our station –
Clutter, clutter, clutter – pssst!
chugga-chugga, chugga–chugga–chuff!
Our lives played out like short films.
A novelty:
short,
silent
and now black and white.
Drinking pale ale,
we spent time at The Sea,
and washed it down with Club 54.
I was your Annabelle –
You?
William.
Our hearts were on display for Wilhelm Conrad.
I bustled my silhouette
as we Benzed through dramatic evenings.
Some days we gazed through Parlour,
sat in classicals –
at night we hit the ragtime.
This world was jewelled, mauve
and golden yellow.
Heavilon ticked.
And then the train crashed into a Paris wall.
Seven years end
This was fall.
The king tipped over.
Judges gathered,
you ripped me lion, out your chest
Tore me away and left my heart in half.
We can never go backwards.
“whirring…”
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 3:51 PM UTC
In those seven years
our life projected in movement
Like an 1895 Cinématographe.
It was like a train had arrived at our station –
Clutter, clutter, clutter – pssst!
chugga-chugga, chugga–chugga–chuff!
Our lives played out like short films.
A novelty:
short,
silent
and now black and white.
Drinking pale ale,
we spent time at The Sea,
and washed it down with Club 54.
I was your Annabelle –
You?
William.
Our hearts were on display for Wilhelm Conrad.
I bustled my silhouette
as we Benzed through dramatic evenings.
Some days we gazed through Parlour,
sat in classicals –
at night we hit the ragtime.
This world was jewelled, mauve
and golden yellow.
Heavilon ticked.
And then the train crashed into a Paris wall.
Seven years end
This was fall.
The king tipped over.
Judges gathered,
you ripped me lion, out your chest
Tore me away and left my heart in half.
We can never go backwards.
“whirring…”
I was writing about a past seven-year relationship, but I decided to place it in 1895 to reflect film and technology, inventions and nostalgia and use those things as figures of speech or metaphors. Of course, there are biblical themes, i.e. Samson and the lion fighting in Judges. I refer to William, the clock inventor, and William, the director of Annabelle and the movie. The train and the Paris wall crash hint at the 1985 film about trains; the train also symbolizes time and motion in a relationship - the journey. The film is also a metaphor for the relationship, especially the way 1895 films were screened. There is a point in a relationship where there is excitement and things are vibrant, and I interrupt that before the collapse. All my poems use themes, symbols, history, trends, and pop culture or religion and mythology to convey the true message and story of the poem. Of course, my poems are fiction inspired by real-life topics. Thank you for taking your time to read.