Showing posts with label Old Globe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Old Globe. Show all posts

Friday, February 26, 2016

Spectator Sport


Middle balcony
where reporters are filed
and whores are stashed
doesn't seem so long ago
Middle balcony
up in the branches
the birds mast
where cackles sink
and wails lilt
into the rafters
it used to be so
Middle balcony
cast in the dark
as a side remark
of jesterly hospitality
and for courtly banality
Middle balcony
too far to catch
the rigs and ropes
behind the magic
show down stage
Middle balcony
posts up extras 
for the epic play
with broken legs
and body doubles
Middle blacony
 is a caste idealist 
for the grand finale
leap of revelry 
one must take
into the pit
of the old
Globe.





Image of painting by Thomas Francis Dicksee, Juliet on the balcony (1875) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.


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