Theatre (18)

an episodically published poem
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The suit of lights is spread upon my tiny altar
iMadre de Dios! I shall strut and pose and never falter

See each strap and bow and ribbon that I tighten
And know this: I’m one no bull can ever frighten

Kneel I now before the icons stark and serious
Know this, O tyrants of the skies, I’m furious!

Wrapped in my cape of blood I face the long corrida
And know this corridor can make losers of succeeders

And now I face the moment grim and full of terror
They want to change my script, and that’s an error

I shall tell them both: producer and director too
I stand no bull: no changes will I make — that’s true

Well maybe just a word; but no more or it’s awful
I’m glad we had this chat — it’s civilized and lawful.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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1 Response to Theatre (18)

  1. gudge says:

    Well maybe just a word; but no more or it’s awful

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