Thursday, 14 July 2011
The beauty of our play will come in part from skies
which learn to change their dress in faster time
than an audience will take to spot a scene shift.
A newly painted backdrop prompts an end
to the actor's tale. He speaks his lines,
and, as leading man, holds centre stage
in Nature’s sunny theatre in the round.
Yet in the gallery the soft applause
of raindrops grows in volume, while the wind
standing ready in the wings, awaits its cue.
The rainstorm curtains held by tasselled loops
slowly draw their veil across the day, and the company
retires to rehearse the second act…
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