Staging

To orchestrate
harmony of the whole
banish dysphoric memories

Salvage unraveled bits,
extinguish sulphur stench
of failed flames

The show is underway:
banish past to backstage,
future is in the audience.

(Image my own)

The Show Must Go On

Waiting in the wings
absent an audience
what play will unfold
when the next curtain rises –
and who will hold centre stage?

(A tanka for Reena’s Exploration challenge in which she references Shakespeare’s:  “All the world’s a stage….”.  Image my own.)

Passion Exposed

Seduced –
the virility of youth
irresistible even for an old
duck like me –  so unexpected,
relentless, I ignore exhaustion
lean into the fantasy, allow
desire to embrace me,
cross a boundary,
surrender…

step up
to the stage,
bare-chested,
shameless, speak
into the mic, reveal
my words: those
childlike bits
of myself;
hope

my passion
does not offend,
the blatant sexuality
of my tongue, my voice,
raw desire, peaked arousal,
does not mar my reputation,
pathetic, really, that one so past
her prime should dare to grace the
boards – surely a younger woman’s game.

(Image: www.aspersstratford.co.uk)