Shakespeare For The Season Poem by Christine Natale
Shakespeare For The Season
Shakespeare, for the season, is over,
And so my own reason for being
Here, where I cannot be sure I belong
Except for the time I was needed.
Who knows what it is or what it was
In the heavy damp summer swelter
When work and love came close
But never quite hit the mark;
And changes abound, resound around me
Like chimes from a tower changing mass
Matins, compline, vespers - sleep and wake
The days roll on beyond the past.
One more lover, changing roles, changing sheets
Damp and soft, clinging like moss
To a stone about to roll alone
And fall down a mountain yet to come.
Shakespeare came for the summer
With laughter and pain it is finished
And the empty stage speaks to no one
Of someone who has lately moved on.
A beautiful poem. Excellent use of assonance; 'and changes abound, resound around me' is a haunting and echoing line. The closing couplet with its subtle half rhyme; 'one/on' is worthy of a Shakespearean play - the repetition of 'oh' sounds puts me in mind of the great Bard's tragedies! S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 5:50:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderfully expressed and executed, Christine. There are so many layers in this 'happening' and in your telling of it, that it makes for a incredibly interesting and enjoyable read. The way you lay the words on the page is sort of like an elegant dance... the last waltz of a late summer evening, perhaps. The reader gets carried away by it, but not in such a way as to miss its nuances and style. It's lovely, really, for multiple reasons. Fabulously done! Christine