At interval time

We excused ourselves

Showing a deaf ear

to the mumbles of those we disturbed.


Wine glasses had to be replenished

while still swaying to those rhythmical sounds.

All the chatter was about how good part 1 was

it was now but a sound in the head

a memory.

What would part 2 be like?

Anticipation can at times be exhausting?


The explosion of applause

tells us the lights have dimmed

we return, gratified from the bar

excuse ourselves again

still turning a deaf ear to the mumbles.


What are intervals for we ask each other?

Other than disturbance, elbowing your way to the bar

Idle chatting with strangers

and of course imbibing.


If you discovered poetry on stumbling on this piece

please share your thoughts, I’d be delighted to read them.

(c) Chris Black 2017.


5 thoughts on “At interval time

  1. That’s why I prefer aisle seats — no one for me to disturb. Only problem is, everyone else disturbs me. Nothing’s perfect, is it Chris??

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