I am acting as if there is no hurricane
battering me with all the forces of nature
that life can control.
I am a bystander
in my own self written pantomime,
the star of the show somebody
once uncast and negligent
in their approach to physical theatre
and they dodge the cream puff pie
with ease; that
is not how it was ever supposed to be.
The hurricane, the wind inside ferocious
and tedious lands on the stage, the principal boy
quivers with jealous excitement as her tights cling
to the shapely legs, the furniture is torn to pieces
and the script thrown high into the black ridden cloak sky…
all is again quiet, the pantomime continues
and the principal boy delivers her lines beautifully.
Ian D. Hall 2017