Yahoo Answers is shutting down on May 4th, 2021 (Eastern Time) and beginning April 20th, 2021 (Eastern Time) the Yahoo Answers website will be in read-only mode. There will be no changes to other Yahoo properties or services, or your Yahoo account. You can find more information about the Yahoo Answers shutdown and how to download your data on this help page.

gizmo asked in Arts & HumanitiesPoetry · 1 decade ago

I want to do a dramatic reading at a festival. Any suggestions?

I want to do a dramatic reading at a festival. Any suggestions? I'm thinking more of a poem and not too long.

Additional Details

It's a Cultural Arts Festival for 4-H. people do plays, readings, art, play musical instruments, etc. (it is judged too.) also there is not particular theme.

2 Answers

Relevance
  • Lowly
    Lv 7
    1 decade ago
    Favorite Answer

    If it would not be too corny there are some wonderful patriotic ones that might work. I remember one done at a Scout gathering by an older scouter....it was memorable. I am sure he had done it more than once, because it was all from memory. Cannot remember the details, but the impression still remains. Made me proud of my heritage in a time when such feelings are poo-poohed by much of the people in society. Wish I could remember what it was or who wrote it..maybe you could find something just as good on your own. Good luck with it !

  • 1 decade ago

    You could try this, there's something about this poem that I've always liked:

    Villanelle - Late Summer - Marilyn Hacker

    I love you and it makes me rather dull

    when everyone is voluble and gay.

    The conversation hits a certain lull.

    I moon, rattled as china in a bull

    shop, wanting to go, wanting to stay.

    I love you and it makes me rather dull.

    You might think I had cotton in my skull.

    And why is one in Staithes and not in Hay?

    The conversation hits a certain lull.

    You took a fretful, unoriginal

    and unrelaxing friend on holiday.

    I love you and it makes me rather dull.

    A sheepish sky, with puffs of yellow wool,

    watches the tide interrogate the day.

    The conversation hits a certain lull.

    And I am grimly silent, swollen full

    of unsaid things. I certainly can't say

    "I love you." And it makes me rather dull.

    The conversation hits a certain lull.

Still have questions? Get your answers by asking now.