HOSTILE AUDIENCE
Hamlet & Faust
sit in front row seats.
Romeo & Juliet
have best balcony seats.
Othello & Lear
are in the gods.
I tread carefully
hearing each board squeak
as I step
forward to speak
Soliloquise
my self.
They catcall
heckle me
relentlessly.
“Go on mate!
See if you can
do any better!
It isn’t easy...is it? ”
“Call yourself a fictional character...eh? ”
Now...
is the winter
of my discontent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, and the truth will out when we perform what sounded so good and eloquent in our bathrooms...in front of a Hostile Audience. They are rather hard to please, aren't they?