Tuesday, 26 April 2016
The Master of Ceremonies
As a child I was petrified by the ubiquitous town comedian who compered every show in town.
Years later I came across him again..
They are the subversives, the satirists,the truth sayers..Shakespeare's fools...
Good reason to be fearful....
Comedians still terrify me....
He frightened me.
The little stand-up comedian
with the dead-pan face.
I never knew if he meant what he said.
And he might just burst out laughing
at my expense
at any moment.
And so I dreamt I killed him
Chopped him up
and buried him in my back garden
Only my parents knew
And they wouldn't tell.
Then I woke up
Telling myself over and over
That Birdie had come a long way since then
That Birdie was playing Beckett at the Gate.
Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016