A poetic journey through my immersive experience with PopUp Theatrics. What is fact, what is fiction, and what lies between? Inside - a performance inspired by "A Wrinkle in Time" by Madelleine L'Engle. It was an experience like none other.
Because the experience had a certain rhythmic quality, I was drawn to poetry to try and capture it's essence.
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A dark and dreary New York night,
walking towards the archway door.
She climbs the stairs with a welcome smile
and the promise of something more.
Into the night the story unfolds
walking slowly as a pair.
A frozen fountain, a fallen steeple
Madelleine L'Engle and an heir.
Behind the church, we find ourselves
with a wounded tortured soul.
In a room with a nurse
and a mind as dark as coal.
Father, put the bottle down
fairies moving everywhere.
On the table, around the room
and out the window we did stare.
Down the steps, into the dark
she held my hand inside my head.
A pheasant's feather a battered book
"A Wrinkle in Time" from the dead.
The saxophone played soft and slow
for the son of Minsk we pray.
You brought a smile, you touched my heart
cancer, cancer leave you may.
Guess I am more of a limerick guy
ReplyDeleteJim - this play was freaky...and freaky good.It took a while for me to know the play was over...I was in an Uber car on the way to Penn Station still waiting for something to happen.
DeleteEd did you write that poem? I have never read that book but will now need to add this book to my list
ReplyDeletePat - I actually did write this poem. It is my attempt to capture this performance that was inspired by "A Wrinkle in Time" by Madelleine L'Engle. I would say the performance was a bit eccentric and out there and I just tried to run with it.
ReplyDeleteI don't know anything about poetry Ed but it appealed to me. The hidden talents of the BK members continues to impress me.
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