Like a brass band drumming inside my earlobes the music begins to dance.
The roars and applause echoes around the stage.
Palms touching palms. A racket chorus starts pounding.
A feast of the eyeballs. Many bodies under one large roof.
Strobes and smoke enter. Large exploding effects lighting up the floor.
The colourful spectacle people take a bow as everyone cheers.
My nostrils are opened up by the whiff of smoke surrounding me.
The smell of sweat, the smell of freshly brewed coffee people besides me slowly sip.
Even though I cannot touch with my tongue,
I feel the performance I see tickle my senses.
The taste of the prop blood they show in front of my eyes,
The salty sea water I imagine would be dreadful.
This truly is an experience. I tickle of each sense all rolled into one.
To smell, to feel, to notice and to hear,
the theatre of Shakespeare being brought to life inside a dome for all your senses.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Butler
Elizabeth Butler has a masters in Creative Writing University .She has published anthology, Turning the Tide was a collaboration. She has published a short children's story and published a book of poetry through Bookleaf Publishing.
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