The Operatic

ballet circus

Strobe lights

Bring

The stage

Into view

It separates

Into two

A dome

And partitions

Down from

The ceiling

Comes a globe

That glows

And glistens

Then comes

A parade

And a troupe

Of actors

Wearing black

And white shades

Their style

Is pure elegance

Like the French

Particularly

Those Parisians

The mood

Is most

Magnificent

A period of silence

Lets the

Emotional vibe

Linger

During which

I sit

Passively

In thought

Like Rodin’s

‘Thinker’

The waiter

Comes

For my order

I purchase steak

From the

Bovine creature

Plus some rose

Wine drink

After that

A scotch

And a gin

Now it

Properly begins

I’m enraptured

In awe

From my

Viewing seat

In front

The sweetest

Jubilance

Is what my

Whole heart feels

When I see them

Do these stunts

Like twisting rolls

Cartwheels

Forward tumbles

To the floor

Audience rumbles

With applause

Shooting out

Of canons

Lit by

Gunpowder

And matchsticks

She, pushing

From her

Two feet

Jumps

And backflips

Somehow

The other one’s

There to catch

The next act is

Wizardry

The classics

Like pulling

The hare

Out of the

Hat trick

It’s all

Very loud

And so dramatic

The atmosphere

Created

Is an abundance

Of pleasing fun

Even though

It’s tantamount

To madness

The scene

We’re seeing

Soon is done

On the stage

It’s becoming

Morning now

The performers

Build a tower

In fast

Quick motions

To reach

The bright

Behemoth 

The expanding

Blooming sun

In 360 degrees

It moves

It’s spun

Blazing

With heat

With luminance

In the

Background

Singers

A group

Of musicians

Harmonise

A mild melody

A beat

A soothing hum

That progresses

Incrementally

Then using

Instruments

A flute

Bassoons 

And big, bold

Powerful

Booming drums

The human

Tower falls

Into a net

Of elastic

Resembling

A vast

Expanse

Of ocean

With splashes

Drips

The cast

Is coated

In the corner

On an arch

A black witch

Poses

With her pot of

Smouldering

Magic potions

Now

I don’t want

This review

To be cluttered

With boring talk

So to cut

A long story short

The end scene

Depicts

Royal soldiers

Who wave

Flags forward

To the audience

From a raised

Platform

After

It’s finished

And they have

Drawn

The curtains

I conclude that

What I’ve seen

Today is so

Strange

Abnormal

If other critics

Say the

Play’s bad

They must

At least admit

It wasn’t

Tame at all!

It’ll divide

Opinion

And may

Spark war

Bringing

A dispute

For some

Anyway, alas

The performance

That’s been

So unique

Is done!