Shakespeare's words
thrown into

the open air

transform
themselves into

a clutch
of starlings

delighting
an audience.

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From the open air production of TWELFTH NIGHT last night...this June 13th at Regent's Park.

I adore all the non actors...butterflies and moths caught in a spotlight...a pigeon swoops across a front row and steals the audience's interest...each feather perfect and clear seen so near. And my favourtie of the night...what relish is this...the Bard's words metamorphising into a clutch of starlings that stole my heart and became these words.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-relish-is-this-how-runs-the-stream-for-miss-s/