Archive for April, 2010
The director
The director
By Marie Gordon
You bobbled with my head
Playing trumpets in my ears
Casting spotlights over my face
Only to pull the plug
When it got too bright
For you were in the wings
Snatching up my every line
Ready to cue me so falsely
Dare I forgot a line
It was your light and sound
Your blocking, your direction
That left me standing center stage
Without a word of life