Poetry: the best words in the best order.Samuel Taylor Coleridge
This quote, kindly borrowed from today’s prompt, is certainly what Mr. Shakespeare must have thought of his sonnets too. Now he will have to watch me shake his pears up. Actually, this calls for a limerick.
Two poems today. First this:
There once was a girl in Toscana
who thought she can do what she wanna:
grab hold of a bard,
shake up his vocab
and run while his pears cry for Mama.
But the challenge was this:
Challenge 27: “I’d like to challenge you to ‘remix’ a Shakespearean sonnet. Here’s all of Shakespeare’s sonnets. You can pick a line you like and use it as the genesis for a new poem. Or make a ‘word bank’ out of a sonnet, and try to build a new poem using the same words (or mostly the same words) as are in the poem.”
I made a mash-up of the last five, Sonnets CL (#150) to CLIV (#154), and didn’t add a single word. Enjoy.
Thy worst all best exceeds
Love: the general of hot desire,
gentle cheater, poor drudge that in my mind
is too young to know love-kindling fire
to be what conscience is, proud of this pride.
To stand in thy affairs, flesh born of love,
betraying deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
was vowing new hate after new bed-vow.
Healthful remedy gave eyes to blindness.
For I have sworn thee fair but found no cure
against strange maladies, powerful might
from holy fire of Love still to endure,
which men prove foul – a lie to my true sight.
To keep thy love, thy truth, thy constancy,
my vows are oaths of insufficiency.
Today the photos are purely decorative. That’s rosemary blooming in the featured photo. Happy spring, happy love, happy poems!