(Metromaniacs, Shakespeare Theatre, 13 February 2015)


Blithe heart

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