Posted by Admin on 1 June 2008, 12:00 am
An empty stage awaits a spate of words,
those fluxions of emotion that reveal
new concepts, mirrored ways of life, connect
our now uncensored present with the time
when strophe and antistrophe in turn
controlled, unquelled, the daemons of their age –
awaits conclusive proof that current pens
can rival those of Barrie, Shaw, or Brecht.
An empty stage? Do not the verbal ghosts,
the wraiths of epigrams and repartee,
or motley spectres of a million lines
composed for comedy and drama, haunt
environs where they lived applauded lives?
Ephemera, perpetuate in print,
immortalised by Pinter, Shaffer, Bolt,
anticipate an augment, up-to-date
and eloquent in liberated tongues.
Make ready, then, the mise en scène for players!
Prepare to raise the curtain!
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council