Dear March…Part 1

Winter with the RagTag Players

Winter with the Rag-Tag Players


My long-time readers will know that I am involved in ACT (a community theatre), having produced Hamlet (2015) and Macbeth (2012) in a local park as well as photographing several shows and coordinating properties for others.

Every year, ACT (a community theatre) co-ordinates the PEI Community Theatre Festival, held in March on or near World Theatre Day.  As an active ACT member, for the third year in a row I was asked to photograph the event. This is the first of several Thursday Theatre postings.

Rag-Tag Players are part of the Murphy Community Centre’s programming for youngsters which gets kids not just to act material, but to create it.   They created and performed “Dear March…” at the 2016 PEI Community Theatre Festival.  It was charming, colourful and the kids were delightful.

There were three parts to the show: a dramatized version of Emily Dickinson’s Dear March (no photos); a mini-play (today’s photos) and a dance (next Theatre Thursday.)

When you are absorbed in getting shots of moving subjects in changing lighting it’s hard to follow the story line. But, I think March – in lavender and purple – was a little hesitant to make an appearance.

Murphy Centre Kids - March contemplates her life.

Murphy Centre Kids – March contemplates her life.

December, January and February (the ones in white) conspire to help keep her hidden.

Murphy Centre Kids: December to March

Murphy Centre Kids: December to March

The other seasons are concerned about March’s absence and try to figure out what to do.

Murphy Centre Kids - RagTag Players: summer and autumn.

Murphy Centre Kids – Rag-Tag Players: summer and autumn.

Eventually spring, summer and autumn (who are definitely the ones in orange/red) prevailed and March overcame her shyness. One of the winter characters waves her arms and stamps her feet but because I was laughing I missed the photo of her.

Murphy Centre Kids - March emerges.

Murphy Centre Kids – March emerges.

Dear March - Come in -	
How glad I am -
I hoped for you before -
Put down your Hat -	
You must have walked -
How out of Breath you are -	
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest -
Did you leave Nature well -	
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me -
I have so much to tell -

I got your Letter, and the Birds -	
The Maples never knew that you were coming -
I declare - how Red their Faces grew -	        
But March, forgive me -	
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue -	
There was no Purple suitable -	
You took it all with you -	        
Who knocks? That April -
Lock the Door -

Emily Dickinson1830 – 1886


7 comments on “Dear March…Part 1

  1. Hanna says:

    Dear BuntyMcC. This is the most adorable and wonderful post I have seen for long. The children, their faces and the lovely poem.
    Thank you and Happy Easter 🐻

    • BuntyMcC says:

      Thank you Hanna. And Happy St. Patrick’s Day – but you probably don’t celebrate that! And Spring is right around the corner! The kids were fun; I’m so glad that the program they attend involves them in creating their own material and the parents are to be congratulated for the fun costumes!

  2. They’re adorable, and this is one of my favorite poems of Emily Dickinson’s

  3. BuntyMcC says:

    They were so sweet, and I’m ashamed to say I didn’t know the poem! Thanks for your comment.

  4. Wonderful photos .. The children look like they were having a great time

  5. BuntyMcC says:

    The children were having a lovely time; none of them shy, all of them dynamic. It seems to be a great program they have going for them.

  6. Anonymous says:

    I am the tree + I did the poem 😃

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