![]() I must come to terms with the fact, I am to be a slave in the house of Neoptolomus. I am a victim of war, my husband whom I loved dearly is dead. Head up, straight back as I walk into the pool of light and now I am Andromache. Phew I am feeling hot- the adrenalin is bubbling up inside me, oh-oh that's my cue. Well now I stand here in my modern raincoat-my face is covered with fluorescent orange and turquoise face paint, on my head is a raven coloured wig. We have laughed and celebrated life together and we have supported each other through sorrow and shed tears together when necessary. We have improvised scenes from every genre. We have moved and shaken every part of our bodies. We have made the most rediculous sounds with our noses, mouths,throats etc. Since then we have met every week to workshop with numerous Directors who have put us through our paces. We are called 'Marvellous", our group was formed a couple of years ago when 35 old codgers presented 'The Wasteland' Poem by T.S.Elliot directed by Michael Hurst, yes that's right the well known and talented New Zealand Actor and Director. I took her home in the snow and a few weeks later sun shone and I watched her bloom as I bathed her with my love and the sun kissed her skin and made her my golden girl.Īs I stand here telling you this I must remember my opening lines, I have rehearsed and practiced for weeks -this is our opening night. Oh sweet memory of springtime in April 1966 when my little porcelain baby was born. ![]() Of course whilst explaining to you how I come to be here I must listen for my cue.I will never forget April 2013 it was springtime in England when my child passed away. It must be over thirty years since I played such a large part in a play and yet it is exactly what I was trained to do from when I was eight years old. ![]() Well here I am again once more with feeling-waiting in the wings.
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