Thursday, December 8, 2011

Night at the Opera

Luigi Lablache in Don Pasquale

Night at the Opera (buffa)
a dream sequence

The grand opera begins;
you approach with a smile,
a many wrinkled twinkle
from the plus size aisle.

Your voice and your ardor
flagrantly contest;
a woman's dry as a prune
before her ears get a rest.

In between acts, nothing
happens in this dream
so why do I wake up
always trying to scream?

December 2011

Posted for   Friday Flash 55  at the culturally acclaimed G-man's 

A pure fantasy in 55 words with no personal implications, having nothing to do with opera, men, marriage, getting old, weight gain or other nightmares, I assure you.  It's all a metaphor for...something. Poetic device. Really.
...or else it could be I just have weird dreams.

courtesy wikimedia commons.


  1. well depending on the quality of the opera i am just pleased you did not scream during it...and i swear i told you to stop using pictures of me...

  2. @ Brian: So, you cover the mohawk up with a wig for formal occasions?

  3. Past life regression? Very Creative dreams...and artistic!

  4. Perfect, hedgewitch. I agree with Shay -- those lines are wonderful. Some dreams, though not horrifying on the surface, seem to settle in and leave a strange disquieting residue, don't they?

  5. Miss Hedge...
    Freudian Whimsy!!
    This proves that your a bit 'Touched'!
    Thanks for clearing that up
    Loved your 55
    Thanks for Dreaming, Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

  6. lol at your post-note. I love reading about your dreams. wish mine were as interesting.

  7. A Night at the Opera is better than A Day at the Races!

  8. Buffo? Isn't that the Latin name for toads? No wonder you're screaming - LOL!

    Oh, wait... BUFFA? Never mind then.

  9. Thanks all. Have a great weekend.

  10. Ha! Screaming would be the only answer, I think. Yikes.

  11. I'd be wanting to scream too :)

  12. Ha - sing away or was that screech ???


"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats

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