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Tinkerball was bipolar
if she was real and around today
she’d be locked away
in the mental ward
and doped up on lithium.
Instead she was allowed
to fly free
through J. M. Barrie’s
Technicolor imagination.
She was a shard of light
shot through with emotion.
She wasn’t a complex character
always 100% good
or 100% bad
in each moment.
And she was so fickle
all jealousy
in one scene and
all sweet and giggly
in the next.
She was no Wendy
trying on the
mommy role
all too soon.
Instead she was
the quintessential maiden
flittering and flickering
her way across the stage.
And like the unicorn
that other symbol
of maidenhood
only surviving
on the belief
of children
and dreamers.
copyright 2005
Dana
Campbell |
