for William Shakespeare
Elsinore by daylight
still seems night
exit all heroes borne from the stage
of what they are, or were
of what they seemed to be
to visionary sweethearts
and the fruitless trees in shadow;
now winter stands prolonged
the castle bare.
the players played
or those for whom we cared
in garnet executions scarred
and I will sing thee threnody
a ghost myself out in the yard
in other dawns than these
yet whispering the same
retribution for the Beautiful
slain.
mary angela douglas 1 december 2019
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