Today, when he awakens each morning, grateful to still be alive, he descends very carefully, slowly, and creakily, from his bed to the floor below. He looks back on the bed, but, alas, no unveiled Salomé rests on the other side. Nor does a crown rest on his bald head.
Taking an acting class, between his two marriages, over a half century ago, he was trying to portray King Herod, in Oscar Wilde’s play, Salomé. Still lithe and limber back then, he was told, repeatedly by the director, that he should walk much more stiffly, slowly, like an old fellow.
Today, when he awakens each morning, grateful to still be alive, he descends very carefully, slowly, and creakily, from his bed to the floor below. He looks back on the bed, but, alas, no unveiled Salomé rests on the other side. Nor does a crown rest on his bald head.
Sue Clayton
30/7/2023 04:01:00 am
A rehearsal for a future life play. Comments are closed.
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