no more death stars,
the emperor dances his last waltz
waiting in the bread line.
I hocked my light saber long ago;
all that’s left
is this unemployed fiddle.
But, oh, can I play,
I can make you dance,
I can make you sing
a Skywalker Serenade,
a Princess Leia torch song,
an R2D2 squeaky pantomime.
Chewbacca croons wookie tunes;
Stormtroopers will work for food.
Shall I play for you my favorite,
Han Solo, can you spare a dime?
Times are hard when all that’s left is to play a song in the rain.
This poem is submitted for the One Shot Sunday photo prompt at One Stop Poetry. To see more poems, please visit the site. And may the force be with you.
Photograph: Darth Vader by JackAZ Photography. Used with permission for One Stop Poetry.
13 comments:
Alright, you had me laughing with "Chewbacca croons wookie tunes;" but "Han Solo, can you spare a dime?" was over-the-top, and a great lead into the last line. LOL
Glynn, I knew you wouldn't disappoint. Poor Yoda, didn't make the cut!
...Skywalker Serenade... so cool glynn!!
What a clever take on the prompt! And do I detect a bit of social commentary as well? "Han Solo, can you spare a dime?" just slayed me, and is a perfect segue into a poignant ending. Which highlights how, for me, the fun, playful, tongue-in-cheek nature of this poem resonates with greater meaning. Great write!
Great poem! Makes me think of all the Star War movie characters down and out on their luck...
Poor Darth! I'm a huge star wars fan, very clever take on the prompt
Clever, timely, focused. Exemplary work.
Poor Darth....George Lucas must not have given anyone a cut from the smash movies except Hans Solo...fun write...bkm
You had me scrounging for quarters.
Hilarious, yet still a bit of down to earth commentary, too. The force is strong with you, padawan.
Smiling here also. Wonderful wordplay, Glynn.
hard times for the empire
aka
darth plays a dirge
Very powerful poem. I appreciate the social commentary wrapped into the fantastical nature of the story.
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