Backlit like a stained glass art piece,
The spirit splits from the vessel, it
orchestrates the ebb and flow of a cheering crowd. Chanting as they melt into one pulsating entity, free from their ball-and-chain souls and living only to drink in the music. It is then that my strobing shadow, in a single gesture, swiftly tames and unwelds the greater being to form a pathway, gliding across which he can become one with the sea of escapists, with whom – despite them having parted to leave an opening – he has established an unbreakable bond, which upon his return to the stage magnetises the strangers to one another. Pleasant ringing in my ears tonight will remind my sleeping consciousness of their beautiful tide.
A 20-year-old English Literature and Creative Writing student at Staffordshire University. Owner of the student-run literature blog “the 21st portfolio” and head of the Creative Writing Society at Staffs.