(Metromaniacs, Shakespeare Theatre, 13 February 2015)
you’re acting strange.
These lovebirds’ Act One phase
with fancy turns of phrase
and brainless rhymes seems artifice
then goes where misdirection
forms a masked ball’s timed
They switch their roles
en pointe but degagé,
inhabitants of trumped-up rooms
and flashy peau de soie costumes.
Yet silliness on stage finds
echoes in your space --
a comic sympathy
for scribblers who fail to see,
whose sight is blurred
by diction and cliché.
Cartoons they are; but what we all
may be – dim seekers
in an antic wood, whose love
when puckered masks are dropped
might be for art; might be
a player’s made-up part.
From Poets Are Present: An Anthology, Shakespeare Theatre Company, 2015