In Search of Agnes Moorehead
Her voice was the first to enchant my mind.
Then came her face, lovelier than dreams.
Through every scene, I gazed, awestruck.
All else fades when she’s onscreen.
What drew me close, I cannot explain.
My blurred thoughts raced as fast as my heart.
And when the day ceased, I made a vow
To learn what I could about this star.
All I searched for was cloaked in mystery.
An incomplete puzzle was all I found.
The flame-haired witch in violet and green
Seemed to be fond of secrecy.
For a famous face, she hid herself well.
The best actress on earth is a fascinating mystery.
I know her career, but I must learn about her life.
Armed only with a book, I started my journey.
My steps are unsure on the mist-shrouded path.
Some light shines through, but not nearly enough.
Twists and turns heighten my curiosity.
Fiction and fact intertwine constantly.
“Why did you create this elaborate maze?”
I ask the bright star. “Please tell me who you are.”
No answer, of course, but failure’s not a choice.
My books and my heart have led me this far.
Recordings and broadcasts display what I know.
No matter the role, her talent shines through.
Photographs and anecdotes are a welcome surprise.
For one brief moment, her true self appears.
While reading her words, I can almost hear
her haunting voice echo in my mind.
Slowly but surely, I start to see
That differences between us are hard to find.
Ten years on the path, and I have learned much.
But my quest for knowledge has only just begun.
It’s well worth the challenges, plot holes and twists
To find myself the heroine she’s been all along.