Star
Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2019 6:45 pm
Star
Just once, when working at a TV studio,
I had a gold star on my dressing room door.
There were real porcelain sinks,
three-angled make up mirrors,
hair driers which worked,
and a lockable wardrobe for clothes.
Luxurious padded chairs
with full tilt and turn.
The walls a soothing green.
Down the corridor the rest of the troupe
bumped and jostled in half the space.
Clothes piled on wobbly nails in bare plasterboard,
trampled on dropped makeup
and changed costumes with casual nudity.
Once ready I ambled down to see them,
missing the banter, the sweat,
the friendship, the bad jokes.,
and the shared pre-show nerves.
We were more at home in tents,
or the backs of road weary vans
at village fetes, the natural home
of the travelling showman.
They trooped up to my room,
some still only half dressed,
where they goggled at the luxury.
I looked at the star on my door,
relieved it was only temporary,
hanging tenuously from Blu-Tack.
Gyppo
Just once, when working at a TV studio,
I had a gold star on my dressing room door.
There were real porcelain sinks,
three-angled make up mirrors,
hair driers which worked,
and a lockable wardrobe for clothes.
Luxurious padded chairs
with full tilt and turn.
The walls a soothing green.
Down the corridor the rest of the troupe
bumped and jostled in half the space.
Clothes piled on wobbly nails in bare plasterboard,
trampled on dropped makeup
and changed costumes with casual nudity.
Once ready I ambled down to see them,
missing the banter, the sweat,
the friendship, the bad jokes.,
and the shared pre-show nerves.
We were more at home in tents,
or the backs of road weary vans
at village fetes, the natural home
of the travelling showman.
They trooped up to my room,
some still only half dressed,
where they goggled at the luxury.
I looked at the star on my door,
relieved it was only temporary,
hanging tenuously from Blu-Tack.
Gyppo