Monday, October 23, 2023

An Electric Performance and The Show Always Goes On

 Near Millbrook Ontario there is an outdoor theatre called 4th Line Theater. It exists on a farm and has since 1992.They put on original performances that reflect the history of the region.  These performance developed scripts are based on local stories. It really is an eclectic setting where the stage is the ground between barn and the drive shed with the bleachers facing one of the barns. There are entrances and exits from many, many different directions. Sometimes they will cross the field. Other times it will be on the second story of the barn. It really keeps you on your toes as a theater goer. And sometimes, when thunderstorms threaten they continue until the rain prevents them from being heard. 


Here are two poems about the same event.  It’s funny how different they are, yet the same as they describe the same event..


An Electric Performance


Opening night and the play had started

Outside, natural setting, 

Air fresh and blowing

Lightning strikes in the distance

While thunder rumbled on and on

Droning over the dialogue

Yet not muting

The vocal ruminations

That were delivered with eloquence

The winds whip trees 

And calm just as quickly

Accenting the plot rather deliciously

Adding punctuation to the turmoil

And then the rain came

Gently falling 

While the actors carried on 

Giving electric performances

Not disturbed by nature’s tantrum

 

Near the end the skies opened fully

Drenching all who still sat

Gripped with rapture at the depth

Of the acting

Until lightening cracked right over head

Sending all for cover

And finally ending a brilliant performance

Short of the true ending


In truth the evening was truly special

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by Bill Ferguson

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The Show Always Goes On 


An opening night performance is special

It is a treat for watching eyes

Tonight the audience hopes the play goes on

Under threatening skies


The warning passes lightly

As the storm clouds fill the air

Somehow it doesn’t seem real

Somehow it doesn’t seem fair

So many people sitting in the rain

Watching the wind blow the trees away 

Arguing for it to go on

Arguing for it to be postponed


Still the actors stay within their roles

Voices growing louder to be heard

The clouds billow and bluster

Filling up with water and spitting it out

At first a gentle mist, then avenging downpour

Thunder provides it’s curious applause 

Lightning makes us remember

That nature has all its own laws


In the end it almost ended

But also the storm did not allow it to be so




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by Bill Ferguson

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