For the dVerse Monday Quadrille prompt: “swift”.
A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, and it must include the prompt word or a variation – otherwise, no constraints.
The days flicker past.
No longer discrete,
they blur together
into an illusion of continuity.
Like a ribbon of film –
frame after frame
but too swiftly gone –
beyond the persistence of vision.
Until the film ends
and there is darkness.
Many, many years ago I knew a guy who worked as a projectionist at a small cinema. He let me sit in the projection room with him once, and watch the film being loaded, flowing through the projector – click click click – as we watched for the marker that says when you have to get the next reel ready… I toyed with various endings for this, but the sudden darkness when the film finished and the projector was flicked off was too vivid a memory to leave out, even if it is – metaphorically – a bit dark.