by Fern G. Z. Carr

She is Norma Desmond –
prima donna,
bygone star of silent film

I am big. It’s the pictures that got small.

her past – a silver screen memory
her present – a delusion,
a comeback

This is my life! It always will be! Nothing else!

a descent down a spiral staircase,
arms swaying snake-like above her head –
Salome dancing the Dance of the Seven Veils

All right Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up.

crazed eyes
blinded by the cameras,
the stage lights and

those wonderful people out there in the dark

her light
fading with the sunset,
her star

No one ever leaves a star.

along with her youth
and past glories.

* Lines in italics from Sunset Boulevard