Shadow Puppets

Behind the parchment screen and eye to eye Punch chided. Who are you? Who is she? He’d point it out. You’d see. No marionette with strings was he. Their paths collided; Judy stands and faces his animosity The play is writ by man and maid and staged to teach, the right and wrong of woman’s position, our place. Standing on two legs, she meets his gaze without speech. What shenanigan have brought on this crutched lambaste? Let us ponder Mr. Punchinell’s stance, his missing leg let his two-eyed profile tease, has Judy been upstaged? Stumped by the shadow lore, the punch, the audience begs for the stiff-necked tirade to end her pick engaged. Speared by humour, we see two realities spar on with no means to run, the missing third prong’s a pun. First Published by The Ekphrastic Review