Playback Theatre (Part 1)
I have a confession
I’m almost afraid to divulge
But here goes…
I was an actor
In my 20s
With the minor-est of roles
I was on stage
Most briefly
So no one would know
Was handed two
Singing lines and
A broom for the show
I played a janitor
(Hence the broom
You see)
I danced a little
With the lead
Like some lark on a spree
Flash forward
A decade and a half later
I was back on the stage
This time as a ghost
Headed to heaven
Set free from a cage
There’s a part of me
That loves the theatre
How it allows one to pretend
To live another’s life
And have a different experience
Even if it’s for a split second
Guess what?
Over the next three days
I’m getting another shot
Who knows?
It might spark my love anew
Though it’s just a training workshop
Called Playback Theatre
Teaching voice and
Movement and staging
It will help me I hope
To warm up my vocal chords
Keep my acting muscles from atrophying
When it’s over
I hope to still be in one piece
And live to tell my story
In my next Monday poem
I hope to give you the rundown
Of my return to theatre glory!
[Look out for Part 2 next week!]
