Who-etry: exploring a medium that is still young (An enacted poem)

(Girl enters from left, stopping up left. She examines her hand.)

What am I?

(She looks at her arms)

I am not a poem

(She looks down at her body)

I am not a play

I am something that is

somewhere

inbetween.

Oh but what is wrong with that.

(The girl cartweels towards centre stage)

I am something different, thats true.

But that makes me special.

Something new and unique.

I am the marriage of poetry and movement.

(Girl spins round quickly)

Can there be a more beautiful thing?

(Girl sweeps her arms elegantly left)

Language is the music that I dance to.

(Girl sweeps her arms elegantly right)

Movement is the music that I sing

(Girl looks at audience and shakes her head emphatically)

I am not a poem

(Girl pretends to be flower growing a bursting)

I am a grow-em

(Girl dances with happy flowing movements)

I am a flow-em; a glow-em

(Girl cartwheels)

A put on a show-em

(Stands proudly)

And I will show 'em

Show them that I'm

(Jumps up)

Something new

(Jumps up a little higher)

Something amazing

(Jumps her highest)

Something marvellous

Like a new kind of...

(Does star jump)

star appearing in the sky.

(Whirls round gracefully)

A new galaxy forming

Yes... I AM a new thing.

New

and strange

and

wonderful.

(Takes a bow)