Bermuda of Lava
Restless sourness had filled the air.
A dense vapor of Grey had formed in the room.
The people’s eyes were glazed over while the grayness of it all consumed them.
In the grey, it was cold and not one wasn’t ablaze.
The grey matter full of those who were linked soon took the shape of that of a triangle.
The people would not scream, yet create the sounds of silence.
They shared the one thing in their beating hearts which connected with him.
The grey soundless Bermuda, of sleeping beings in their burning sleep.
Wow! Is this your poetic response to the play? I would love to hear your analysis of it.
ReplyDeleteRestless sourness had filled the air - i just thought that sour restlessness was a good way of describing the feeling that everybody in the room had.
ReplyDeleteIf there was any colour that I thought was linked into the play was that it was all just so grey. As if there was a cloud that had formed in the room, and not one could really see into what Judas I. was feeling/thinking, and how they could never truly know.
The people's eyes being glazed over - how everybody was just so focused on what was happening in the room, as if they were all zombies staring at a point. While doing so, the cloud getting bigger had consumed all of the people in the room without them even realising it. How cold the feeling of the whole room was and how everybody was just so touched by the whole play made it seem as if it was a scorched moment for many in the room.
As the people were taken up into the cloud, it had all taken the form of a triangle.
The meaning behind the triangle - when one thinks of the pyramids, they think of egyptians, hard labour, aliens (possibly) and how beautiful it all is. In the poem, talking about the audience themselves being put into this whole triangle was a way for me to show that they themselves knew how much effort was put into the whole production, if only they could see how much effort was put into the whole production, how everybody had worked hard to build this 'triangle' up to it's top point and the end result being astonishingly beautiful..
As the people found themselves in this cloud floating, they wouldn't scream, yet appreciated the sounds of which they were making, of silence.
Love in their hearts, could connect to Judas. How we all love, make mistakes, and feel anger sometimes can all relate to what had happened in the play.
The finished product - a grey, soundless bermuda, of sleeping beings in their burning sleep. - the grey pyramid of people in their soundless cloud, all put to rest as they knew that Judas couldn't love at the end of the play, and how the people were all set ablazed by their scorched moments in the play.
I'm not so sure if this is what I was actually thinking when writing the poem... but this is what I can think of when reading it back now.