An Ode to Movie Posters

I count my life in movies I have seen,

great scores I have listened to and trailers

that left me hungry for more clips and scenes,

and finally, hanging on a wall, the posters.

Whole films summed up in a single image,

sometimes a loud and desolate landscape,

or a pulpy, smoking,  ten-cent collage,

from these good posters we know there’s no escape.

They catch us in their iconography

with movie magical color and light,

mad-man purple, grey-scale lycanthropy,

or one single, solitary, page bound blight.

         Movies and their posters? An art all it’s own,

         Mere advertising? No. Not just that alone