SO CORONATED HE THE LANGUAGE

 

SO CORONATED HE THE LANGUAGE

So coronated he the language, Shakespeare,

The blue white stars the tiny stars

Leaned from the sky longing to be

In juliet’s heaven

And the fairies caught in the nets of his enchantment

Found with delight the freckled strawberries

In the wild grasses long abandoned

Kings came to his mind and learned to speak

In a more kingly fashion, traitors, those in disguise

Those who fought for their own souls grew more enobled

So had he crowned us, so had he christened us

Into Song.

mary angela douglas 22 july 2024