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Stage Lights
Back in the day when vaude’ville was in town
Where people went to pay and sing along,
To laugh at jokes and cry at sentiment,
Retell for years the memories they meant.
It was a time my fam’ly did their act,
From mawkish plays, bombastic parodies.
Where all the members each would have a part,
To photoplay enactments, donkey carts.
In time, I was the baby of the troop,
Born on a stage in Portmanteau, P-A.
A trunk in which of course became my bed,
“...is where she lives!”, Dad laughing as he said.
The headlines read “Was born inside a trunk”.
The fam’ly wasted no time with my size.
At two of age I sang and danced the game,
I was the ticket to our rising fame.
But as I grew, I overheard the talk,
I stuck to my routines, indiff’rently.
It all seemed comical I’d lose a page,
My future I foresaw in spite my age.
The sibling troopers watched wide-eyed in fear,
For Dad, too many years, he never quit.
His work would energize his love of lights.
My hand in his we left the stage door nights.
Where people went to pay and sing along,
To laugh at jokes and cry at sentiment,
Retell for years the memories they meant.
It was a time my fam’ly did their act,
From mawkish plays, bombastic parodies.
Where all the members each would have a part,
To photoplay enactments, donkey carts.
In time, I was the baby of the troop,
Born on a stage in Portmanteau, P-A.
A trunk in which of course became my bed,
“...is where she lives!”, Dad laughing as he said.
The headlines read “Was born inside a trunk”.
The fam’ly wasted no time with my size.
At two of age I sang and danced the game,
I was the ticket to our rising fame.
But as I grew, I overheard the talk,
I stuck to my routines, indiff’rently.
It all seemed comical I’d lose a page,
My future I foresaw in spite my age.
The sibling troopers watched wide-eyed in fear,
For Dad, too many years, he never quit.
His work would energize his love of lights.
My hand in his we left the stage door nights.
Published 12th Jun 2018
| Edited 30th Sep 2018
Author's Note
Entered in the Deep competition “Theatre centric poetry”, hosted by EdibleWords, and came in 2nd.
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12th Jun 2018 00:14am
This is actually sad because it brings to light the abuse and pressure many, if not all, child stars go through, especially from their own parents. Thank you for addressing this, Jade, and I wish you luck in the competition.
12th Jun 2018 00:19am
Thank you so much, dear Luna, and yes, to all of the above. Your illume of the Goddess is not the only light that radiates, but your insight also.
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12th Jun 2018 00:48am
12th Jun 2018 00:49am
12th Jun 2018 2:05pm
I see dad and his little girl walking into the dark and city beyond the stage door - and into their freedom... a very hopeful piece for me...
excellent work, tiger
tom cat
excellent work, tiger
tom cat
12th Jun 2018 2:24pm
Thank you, tommy, you got it exactly! I appreciate always, your words of encouragement & support!
Your Q 🐾
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- Edited 22nd Sep 2018 4:45pm
22nd Sep 2018 3:15pm
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Hey, that was quite emotional. I have a friend who was pushed by his magician dad, whose older brother even became plagued by ptsd agoraphobia related to it. Thanks for joining my comp, and congrats on your spot at the top!
Also....
I was wondering, speaking of dark topics.... hopefully not too off topic...
If you read my fresh entries, you might remember "pig in a Web" - my ham fisted attempt to satirize an old barn story in a Tray Parker/Mat Stone kind of Southpark flavored way.
Hoping I didn't creep you out with my cannibal piglet.... or the little rabbit boiler in training "pets or meat! Good girl!" - Heather, who wants to try out for the part of Fern in "Charlottes Web"
Also....
I was wondering, speaking of dark topics.... hopefully not too off topic...
If you read my fresh entries, you might remember "pig in a Web" - my ham fisted attempt to satirize an old barn story in a Tray Parker/Mat Stone kind of Southpark flavored way.
Hoping I didn't creep you out with my cannibal piglet.... or the little rabbit boiler in training "pets or meat! Good girl!" - Heather, who wants to try out for the part of Fern in "Charlottes Web"
Why thank you so much, dear EW, for your words, appreciation, a place of honor on your RL... that means something to me.
As for your latest, albeit dark, poetry. I haven’t caught up yet since I had been involved in a number of competitions (btw, thanks for the congrats!), but you’ve really piqued my curiosity now, and I’ll go over soon! But OH! I forgot what the point was I was trying to make LOL! Your macabre ink reminded me to say that not only am I not creeped out over what all you’ve composed (which sounds like perfect timing for up-and-coming All Hallows’ Eve), but if you’d like, in my gallery, I’ve got a series I update now and then with new installments of my own alter ego character by the name of Fashionista. There are seven poems so far under her name. She’s a Manhattan shape-shifting social diva by day, and a tiger most any time. If you read the series, you’ll find out why I think your cannibal piglet & my tiger might get along. And look at us, me & you, we’ve got something in common now, I feel!
🐯🥩🐷
As for your latest, albeit dark, poetry. I haven’t caught up yet since I had been involved in a number of competitions (btw, thanks for the congrats!), but you’ve really piqued my curiosity now, and I’ll go over soon! But OH! I forgot what the point was I was trying to make LOL! Your macabre ink reminded me to say that not only am I not creeped out over what all you’ve composed (which sounds like perfect timing for up-and-coming All Hallows’ Eve), but if you’d like, in my gallery, I’ve got a series I update now and then with new installments of my own alter ego character by the name of Fashionista. There are seven poems so far under her name. She’s a Manhattan shape-shifting social diva by day, and a tiger most any time. If you read the series, you’ll find out why I think your cannibal piglet & my tiger might get along. And look at us, me & you, we’ve got something in common now, I feel!
🐯🥩🐷
