A gal I know (Let’s call her Vic.)
Delights in every
camera click.
Although a diva she
is not,
She cranes her neck
for every shot.
This prima donna
wannabee,
With shrieks that
sting like droning bee,
Still longs to
linger in the light,
As if by royalty’s
birthright.
This one of whom I
write won’t sing,
Though she could
make the rafters ring.
Instead, she merely
caws and crows,
With others’
secrets to disclose.
But hold the phone.
She’s on the mark.
We know her bite’s
worth than her bark.
Perhaps performance
is her scene,
Because she is a
drama queen.
c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Image:
Theme art – adapted from
public domain image
Still from Sunset
Boulevard, 1950
