Judi Dench

by Christopher Barnes

Off-colour for a Quaker
To be monarch-cheering
In a gung-ho dominion
But grounding as a backcloth fabricator
Prompts you wonderstruck
At knickknackery, ermine, cinnabar velvet.
Premiering a snail
Is no less rigorous
Than traipsing Africa
As Lady Mac
Once drop curtains unfurl into goings-on.
Miramax’s Harvey Weinstein blinked –
Run throughers aren’t sewn up
To thrash out at a bewildering age
- All your peerless castings
Are imminent, yet to materialize.

Judi Dench by Christopher Barnes

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