This
poem was published in 2010 in the online magazine, Danse
Macabre. It was inspired from a picture I took of Shakespeare’s childhood
home. It’s a simple rhymed poem.
Room
with a View
Hark!
who looks out yonder window with woe
A lover’s quarrel of footprints in snow
‘Tis lost thy source which aches within thy heart
Though world has warned by calling thee a tart
Ignored thy ignorant words spit out of spite
Found thee defending that grew into a fight
Is thou love really a harlot in disguise,
Or how thee praised with acts of idolized?
How shall thee find the answer to thy prayers
To silence forever along with thy tears?
A lover’s quarrel of footprints in snow
‘Tis lost thy source which aches within thy heart
Though world has warned by calling thee a tart
Ignored thy ignorant words spit out of spite
Found thee defending that grew into a fight
Is thou love really a harlot in disguise,
Or how thee praised with acts of idolized?
How shall thee find the answer to thy prayers
To silence forever along with thy tears?
Inspiration
and Photography,
Bea
I love that picture. The poem fits the gothic architecture well.
ReplyDeleteI wanted the picture to reflect the poem. :)
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