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Thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like a broken record
with trails of script on hand, sweat poured,
pale rose-in-waiting was I on moist page

Theater brimmed as crowds filled seats, agaped 
bright spotlights roamed, my eyes rehearsed the words;
thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like a broken record

Panting fast, I tucked wired nerves in head's cage,
that as curtains blew, this name was soon called
recalling to breathe, my flesh was in crazed rage.
Wait! "Clear dry throat; focus on scenes contoured",
Thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage.

                            ,     ,,,,,,              ,,


*anxiety experienced before performing
the role of Medea on stage.

* Rondel form: consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains 
and a quintet,rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. 
The capital letters are repeats.
Posted under rondeau

                         

                  for Susan's Wait Contest
                  19 July 2012

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