Unhurried with measured but frank disdain,
Posterity shoulders the door aside,
The whole of my audience. I refrain
From noticing, stalwart and dignified.
Control is the key, and I've learned to hide
The sweat as it slickens and thinks me scared.
A swirl of my cape, to the stage I stride:
The powerful always arrive prepared.
I start with the usual sparkling rain
To flavor the air till its crisply fried.
Projecting my patter, I won't constrain
Hyperbole, throwing my pasterns wide.
The audience, silent and squinty-eyed,
Increasingly stretches but hasn't glared.
Attention's a currency I'll not chide:
The powerful always arrive prepared.
Performance will bloom in my soul like grain,
A harvest of wonder too long denied.
I pierce to the heart, to the mind and brain,
And batter them sensible, fears untied.
My fakery's honest and won't abide
Mundane little magics my kinfolk shared.
I reach for effects, not the true and tried:
The powerful always arrive prepared.
O alicorn princess who's never died
And shrugged to return to the stage: I've dared.
I've wrestled to triumph with skill and pride.
The powerful always arrive prepared.
Great poem
There are few phrases more perfectly Trixie than "My fakery's honest." Exquisite work.
8568844
8568922
Thanks, folks!
Now I get to choose four consecutive lines from this poem and use them as the basis for a form called a glosa that Starlight will be writing.
Mike
8568922
"The powerful always arrive prepared" is another extremely fitting one. I can totally hear it in her voice!
The world's a stage. The light is in one's eyes.
The Auditorium is extremely dark.
The more dishonest get the larger rise;
The more offensive make the greater mark.
The women on it prosper by their shape,
Some few by their vivacity. The men,
By tailoring in breeches and in cape.
The world's a stage — I say it once again.
The scenery is very much the best
Of what the wretched drama has to show,
Also the prompter happens to be dumb.
We drink behind the scenes and pass a jest
On all our folly; then, before we go
Loud cries for " Author!" ... but he doesn't come.
--Hilaire Belloc
img00.deviantart.net/e95f/i/2017/294/b/2/human_trixie_s_lock_up_trick_by_joeywaggoner-dbrb7d6.png
Damn, dude.