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.

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