Read on the Internet that at age sixteen Charlotte Church
lost her voice when she sang Carmen - yup, that's what I
would have done were I in her shoes, stormed the opera
citadel, shown everyone what we can do, elated in being
alive and feeling vibration moving right through until the
very bones in our bodies rang -
Then crash back to earth with a bang; when I look at the
emotional demands of stardom its clear why I can't even
construct a heroine winning fame, my protagonists hate
popularity games such I can't even mention any beauty
pageants, I have no control over the Charlotte Brontë &
Jane Austen bunch in my head -
Elizabeth Bennet remains my ideal, every heroine wants
that role; it is so fatiguing finding Mr Darcy's for them…
[11 July 2014]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem