Rowan
A short play written by Pelagie-May Green
Rowan is stuck in her house, all she can see is the view from her window.
Layfields enters, it starts raining the rain traps the two indoors.
Layfields, a man who struggles to forget his love, a lady named Rowan, who seems to have been materialised into his memory.
Now at the end of his life the memory has become a consciousness in her own right realising she is caught in the mind of her beloved, with only the window of his soul to look through.
The play is ultimately open ended and can be interpreted in different ways depending of the eye of the beholder but could be viewed as the last few thoughts and moments of Layfields’ life.
Layfields enters, it starts raining the rain traps the two indoors.
Layfields, a man who struggles to forget his love, a lady named Rowan, who seems to have been materialised into his memory.
Now at the end of his life the memory has become a consciousness in her own right realising she is caught in the mind of her beloved, with only the window of his soul to look through.
The play is ultimately open ended and can be interpreted in different ways depending of the eye of the beholder but could be viewed as the last few thoughts and moments of Layfields’ life.
LAYFIELDS
I remember my dream
there were people living underground like moles
people with big holes for mouths
and some one died
I asked that person if I could look after his eyes
I kept them in a box
The eyes where like liquid pearls
they were dark blue
maybe because of his sadness
I lost them
they melted in my hand
P.
I remember my dream
there were people living underground like moles
people with big holes for mouths
and some one died
I asked that person if I could look after his eyes
I kept them in a box
The eyes where like liquid pearls
they were dark blue
maybe because of his sadness
I lost them
they melted in my hand
P.
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