Putting My Feet in the Dirt 30 and The Secret Keeper #152

A huge clash was heard as the small theater group performed Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven”. Quite an undertaking for the novice players, but they were determined to give it a go. The more ambitious members of the group were anxious to give their town’s audience something new, and since it was the month of October, browsed offerings of the occult.

As Poe’s poem “The Raven” took hold, they had obtained a live, large black bird to play the title role, not quite realizing the power of such a bird.

Opening night it happened. The stage hand in charge of the bird lost control of its tether. The raven flew onto the stage, crashing a fake antique bedroom lamp on the set. All were startled of course, but not as much as when seeing the bird streak across the stage to the teller of the tale. It landed on the bust above his bedroom door and proclaimed: “death dangled”.

The audience assumed it was part of the act and cheered wildly. Intermission was called and the lead actor, narrator of the poem, stormed off saying “working with animals. . . nevermore!

****The poem may be found here:



Weekly Writing Challenge #152



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