Tom Chapman’s Poetry
The Unrehearsed Script
She’s playing from a script I haven’t seen,
With unexpected thoughts expressed and said;
Then suddenly she seems to lose the thread
Of where one thinks the topic might have been.
The actors now have need to stay alert
Responding to these strange ad-libbing strands,
And carefully reply to these demands;
Supporting, but avoiding any hurt.
These unfamiliar twists and turns of thought
Are unrehearsed as we perform this play,
And there might be a new rôle every day
As characters we’ve neither seen nor sought.
With diligence to this dynamic script
My cup of care must be so softly sipped.
© Tom Chapman 2018