The Mage
"Love's Labour's Lost", "The Taming of the Shrew",
"Othello", "Hamlet", "Cymbeline", "Twelfth Night"...
Back in the day I all have passed them through
as people pass through suffering and plight.
My English was as weak as spot I had
for William's beard, for the ruthlessness
of texts to me. At first it was a fad,
a newbie's curiosity, I guess.
Over the time the poison of your ink
has drugged my blood and turned my soul black.
Then I'm afraid that even on the brink
of death I will repeat: "Blow, wind! come, wrack!"*
You are to blame, the Mage, that every night
I must beware of the itch to write.
* Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5.
Honourable Mentions worth mentioning. Poetry Contest
Richard Lamoureux
Copyright © Kurt Ravidas | Year Posted 2019
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