Shakespeare's words
thrown into
the open air
transform
themselves into
a clutch
of starlings
delighting
an audience.
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From the open air production of TWELFTH NIGHT last night...this June 13th at Regent's Park.
I adore all the non actors...butterflies and moths caught in a spotlight...a pigeon swoops across a front row and steals the audience's interest...each feather perfect and clear seen so near. And my favourtie of the night...what relish is this...the Bard's words metamorphising into a clutch of starlings that stole my heart and became these words.
The free Bird, listening to the poems of the Bard this June 13th at Regent's Park on a branch of a tree created a poem and posted it here to be read by many...Thank you, Bird!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a very charming thought...thoughts tossed into the open air, being snatched up by those greedy gobblers! I love this whole idea...the air, the words, you and Gina being there, gobbling up those words just like the birds! As I said, a charmer!