Poem: Don’t go

Don’t die, don’t leave me live in this world without you. 


Plays: The Angel’s Choice: Act 1 Scene 2

Act 1 Scene 2

[Isolde and Raphael are in Flo’s Garden. Isolde is pacing, her hair is loosely tied in a bonnet – her cheeks are flushed. Raphael sits on a bench watching her pace.]

Isolde: We are running out of time Raphy, one cannot wait forever for forever to be decided – it’s now or never, we must tell her of her destiny, else we shall all perish, you know as well as I do; that we cannot go on living. Mankind needs to wake from this perpetually horrific slumber that our actions – our actions led them to be in! Have you not felt it? Have you not?

Raphael: I have felt it, but we must not lose patience. Our wrath uncurbed will not fulfil the Gods perfect plan for us; we must be patient and refuse to fret to fume to fuss.

Isolde: The time for patience is over – I have allotted nearly hundred and eighteen years to patience – The deep remorse that’s in my soul no human eye may trace, if only the gods could see my broken heart and in it its woes erase. (pause) She must know. One does what one is, and one becomes what one does – how can she be who we seek if she is not known to herself? If you shall not join me – but I cannot do it without you – if it is to be done – and I assure you the time for action is now – the opportunity has presented itself. We must make haste.

(Raphael pulls her down onto the bench – and takes her by the shoulders – starring intently into her eyes.)

Raphael: Are you so quick – Isolde – to take away a young girls life? Patience – she will know in time – I fear a part of her already does – we have given enough advice to her parents – have trust in them – they know what they are doing. Lets us not blindly ask for what we crave, with haughty hearts and will so stout; else we’ll be denied what we seek, let us have the grace to do without. Have hope.

(Isolde rises – shaking him off, the bonnet falls off – her hair is free – she has curly white hair which frames her face. The light catches her face – she is striking)

Isolde: Have hope?! She is hope – our only hope – Shall we leave it to chance? No I think not. It is time, she will understand. We have watched her mature and grow. Now that she is back – I trust that she can handle it – she may need us. All these years we have lived, the things we know; are age demands that this wisdom shall show; who knows how much good some word we might say, could do for that one who’ wandered away?

Raphael: At present we may do more harm than good. Will you not give her a few more seasons, just a few more? Our unseen presence must comfort her, she must feel we are always near, and only when life’s storm besiege her soul, we will then say; ‘our angel where here’

 (Isolde throws her arms in the air in exasperation; there are tears in her eyes)

Isolde: I am scared Raphael okay! – There I admit it – I am fearful. If we should fail-

(Raphael rises in alarm)

Raphael: Speak not of those words – lest they be true.

Isolde: But if we should! A single grain of rice can tip the scale – if she should –

Raphael: Hush! We shall not fail! Have you lost all hope too? We are the guardians not the guarded – the advisers not the advised. Among all preservable things preserve your faith for there lies the source of Life. If your faith is lost then we have lost. Have faith Isolde in yourself – In Salathiel and in my own person. This business we are in requires it of us.

(She wipes away her tears and looks up at the sky)

Raphael: (quietlysome of us have not yet made our peace – some still suffer daily for what we wish we had not done. We need her. Where no counsel is, the people fall: but in the multitude of counsellors there is safety. We must prove not just to them but to our own selves that we deserve to be called the guardians once more.

(She moves close to him and casts about fearfully)

Isolde: You speak of the Fallen? Of Damien?

Raphael: No! No – I speak of us all – We say we are ready – now we shall put that readiness to the test. Now come away – she is approaching.

(He links his hand in hers and they retreat – hide behind a tree – they are barely visible – Salathiel approaches carrying a picnic basket – her and Eleanor are arm in arm – their faces are turned to each other as though they have been in conversation – Salathiel sets down the picnic basket and they both sit on a bench)