Faux fledgling red in feathered mask,
she's prepossessed with fearsome task
to upstage players, rule stage right.
The understudy's dire flight
- abrupt to pause - then commandeers
commanding roles, whole atmospheres,
inflaming mindless lines with flair,
her limbs turned wings - coruscant hair:
fresh phoenix sprung from seared careers
(torched by vicious critics' jeers)
revived to soar in sharper parts,
antagonists combusting hearts
- too well, perhaps: applause amassed
makes likelier she be typecast,
forever caged in changeless traits
to service fans, which obligates
varieties declined for known
personas she has far outflown.
Typecast © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: August 30, 2019