Becoming The Ghost of Hamlet`s Father, (Revised and Rewritten).

The instant I stepped onto the stage 

I seemed to enter transparent realities

I have not been conscious of since a child.

Then my mind was new and clear and

                                          mirror like,

Reflecting all things;

Becoming all things.

At first I had thought to burlesque my 

                                                     part,

But found I could not do it,

In fact, the instant I stepped onto that

                                     darkened stage,

I became the anguish deep in Hamlet`s

                                                    father,

And his strong baritone began to cloud

                                                my tenor

In a way that was so true it was not art.

Although my eyes were fixed upon the 

                                                      script

Because I had not yet mastered my part

I did not recognise the voice that spoke.

It seemed to sound in a far away dimension

That I was separate from, but also linked to,

Somewhere I did not dream but was not now.

I had entered a space adrift in many worlds,

And yet my feet stood firm upon the stage.

But the moment the scene ended I was back  

                                              in my daily life,

An out of touch old actor exiled to the 

                                                            wings.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

June 5th, - 6th - 20th. 2023.