The Magdala

Amuse-bouche (A play on words): (Curtains! Cue vocals)! Breathless strides, stream an array of minds […] The entr’acte heeds present times […] The Second Act speaks of Expressionism. A circus theatre draped in stripes. Emotions in waiting set the stage. Its shape: a shameless polygon! Backstage: “The Proem”, (create suspense)! A coyish tongue beckons gifted rights to freedom of speech. Its monologue sways neither without proper form nor whatnots. Words of attribute purr scented furrs via auditory whiffs spelling a kiss. A rose petalled row in a curtsy and a bow. Lastly, a hint of vowelled pheromones in a standing ovation. Forever lost in applauding hearts. FIN. “Encore!” A fool’s chant….(Curtains)!