schoolgirls on a sunny Stratford stage

prim kilts hiked
who knows how high
or how
hair drifting feral
like nyads’

giddily seeking
they know not what
or how
casually engenues
in the scripts of their lives

younger and
more casual
than the artful blondes
we shall admire
later on the stage

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About riverwriter

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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