Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Shakespeare In The Park

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

12 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

I don't know if this is autobiographic but I'd pay money to see you perform a Shakespearean witch in the park.

paulscribbles said...

Improv witchy shakespeare...I'm in ;)

angieinspired said...

On the Bard's birthday; his death. Delicious

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Line 6!!! :)

Martin Kloess said...

So you blow out one more candle for him

Sioux Roslawski said...

I agree with Kerry. I'd love to see you on a stage, playing a Shakespearean witch/*itch/whatever.

Susie Clevenger said...

I once did Shakespeare in the park, a maid. I would have rather been the witch.

grapeling said...

laughing out loud ~

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Laughing out loud too!
"All this iambic plays hell with my limbic
system, and my dress is too tight." = brilliant.
Anna :o]

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I absolutely love this!❤️ It's humorous, fiery and sassy all at the same time! Beautifully done, MZ ❤️

Justin Lamb said...

I like the humor that you portray in this. You also mix in some frustration. Nice job.

gypsy said...

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.