Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #146
We Tore The Scripts
by Belinda Roddie
We tore the scripts apart, burned them, and planned
to start from scratch. The director was fired
and stomped off in a huff. Our team then manned
the set, and my oldest sister was hired
as the new mastermind. She had the words
needed to write a good movie. Her wife
made casting calls. Actors came by the herds,
and together, we worked to breathe new life
into old characters with fresh stories
to tell. And there I was, a humble grip,
handling the camera with a subtle ease,
the lens like a third arm. My mind would slip
down childhood lane, when sis and I were kids.
Now we were making more than simple vids.
by Belinda Roddie
We tore the scripts apart, burned them, and planned
to start from scratch. The director was fired
and stomped off in a huff. Our team then manned
the set, and my oldest sister was hired
as the new mastermind. She had the words
needed to write a good movie. Her wife
made casting calls. Actors came by the herds,
and together, we worked to breathe new life
into old characters with fresh stories
to tell. And there I was, a humble grip,
handling the camera with a subtle ease,
the lens like a third arm. My mind would slip
down childhood lane, when sis and I were kids.
Now we were making more than simple vids.
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