All the World’s a Stage

with apologies to Will Shakespeare

So many footlights burned out
spotlight jarred askew
curtains removed, scrim gone
proscenium arch stands stark.

Program says Act Three,
audience hushed, anticipates tragedy.
Director expects me, in shrouded black,
to slump upon the floor.

The script be damned.

Bulges revealed in sequined leotard,
fish net stockings over varicose veins.
Audience gasps at tapping frenzy
shuffles, wings, and Rockette highs.

Grinning, laughing, I finally decide,
this coda shall end.
And in the pit, the timpani booms
as I exit like a flying dervish
to joyous applause.

also called Timpani, with two mallets

3 thoughts on “All the World’s a Stage

  1. Melinda Kucsera December 27, 2015 / 3:35 pm

    A very vivid poem full of moment that brings your words to life. I imagined it all as it happened. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    • lillian December 29, 2015 / 10:36 am

      So glad you liked it Melinda! Hope you are enjoying this holiday season.

      Liked by 1 person

      • Melinda Kucsera December 29, 2015 / 1:45 pm

        You’re welcome 🙂 I am enjoying the break from work! I hope you’re enjoying the holidays too

        Liked by 1 person

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