Age ten, I’m living in Daytona Beach.
There’s family next door whom I adore.
We have a leader. I will ably teach
each actor as he takes my garage floor.
An audience of innocence prevails.
There’s Mickey, on his apple box, content.
Awaits the promised act; a lover’s tale,
my sister and myself the main event.
Could Shakespeare be so utterly defiled
as in that moment when we first appeared
as Romeo and Juliet beguiled
before the curtain slouched about our ears?
Still, love and longing for dramatic show
invades my heart with thoughts of long ago.
“Today’s prompt is a poem of negation – yes (or maybe, no), I challenge you to write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like. For example, if you chose a whale as the topic of your poem, you might have lines like “It does not settle down in trees at night, cooing/Nor will it fit in your hand.” Happy writing!”