My lines
leech the strength from my tongue.
It's sunny at the seams of the night
sewn by smoke break witches -
Do they belong in scene III or V?
All this iambic plays hell with my limbic
system, and my dress is too tight.
What's my cue? I forget. Is it all over yet?
I'm killing Shakespeare in the Park tonight!
For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
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About Me
- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
12 comments:
I don't know if this is autobiographic but I'd pay money to see you perform a Shakespearean witch in the park.
Improv witchy shakespeare...I'm in ;)
On the Bard's birthday; his death. Delicious
Line 6!!! :)
So you blow out one more candle for him
I agree with Kerry. I'd love to see you on a stage, playing a Shakespearean witch/*itch/whatever.
I once did Shakespeare in the park, a maid. I would have rather been the witch.
laughing out loud ~
Laughing out loud too!
"All this iambic plays hell with my limbic
system, and my dress is too tight." = brilliant.
Anna :o]
I absolutely love this!❤️ It's humorous, fiery and sassy all at the same time! Beautifully done, MZ ❤️
I like the humor that you portray in this. You also mix in some frustration. Nice job.
There's something so powerful in that opening stand-alone line, "My lines." Something so possessive about it. My eyes blend it with the word above (from the title), creating this command: "Shake! Spear my lines!" ~As if you are the writer, not him.
I love the first three lines of the poem.
That hanging "limbic" makes me think of all sorts of word-play variations ... Limp Bizkit, for example. :) Limp Bic. Lime Bic. Limb Ick. Then it's perhaps followed by a sigh stem.
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