You want to know
A story
It begins
Once upon a time
And took place
A long time ago
And it was about
A little boy
And a little girl
Maybe they were brother
And sister
And this happened
And that happened
And there was probably
A witch
And a wise old man
And a step parent
Of one sort
Or another
And magic was
Present
Because that's how
Stories
Go
And the worms wriggled
And the times
Changed
And there was a war
Or a battle
Or maybe it was just
A misunderstanding
So he told her
And she told him
And the whispers
Mixed everything
Into something it wasn't
Until it became
So important
That the elders
Told the youngers
And the women
Stroked
Their beards
And nobody really
Listened
Because the tales
Of this life
Were etched so deep
That really
The story should have been
About how all the people
Lost their ears
And forgot what it was
They should have been
Listening to
In the
First place

Hopefully, in September I will be putting on a Poetry Cabaret called the Circus of People. This will not be a traditional poetry night if things go to plan.  It will involve masks and dressing tables and painters and benches amongst other things.  Prelude is, as it might suggest, the prelude. This link might give a bit of a taster of what is to come for any of you who might be interested...