Telegram To My Mind: “true Love…running Smooth…admitting No Impediment.Stop.Don’t Stop.Stop.

During an open air production of the DREAM you pucker up & whisper “I suppose a quick Puck would be out of the question? ” you snigger. Never one to disappoint a lady I acquiesce to her request (at a loss for words) I merely murmur: “Yesssssssssssss! ” under my breath. We lose ourselves in the woods as Shakespeare’s words surround us. “I come...I come see how I come! ” you shout. “Shhhh...! ” I say ... trying to be faster than an arrow from a Tartar’s bow. Once more lost in words your hair full of tell-tale twigs & grasses skirt too hastily tucked in knickers (you a brazen hussey…me a bit Byronic) we listen enthralled to our beating hearts the course of our true love running smooth. Oh, I’m sure Mr. Shakespeare would not have disapproved!