During an open air
production of the DREAM
you pucker up
& whisper
“I suppose a quick Puck
would be out of the question? ”
you snigger.
Never one to disappoint a lady
I acquiesce to her request
(at a loss for words)
I merely murmur:
“Yesssssssssssss! ”
under my breath.
We lose ourselves
in the woods
as Shakespeare’s
words
surround us.
“I come...I come
see how I come! ”
you shout.
“Shhhh...! ”
I say
... trying to be faster than an arrow from a Tartar’s bow.
Once more
lost in words
your hair
full of tell-tale
twigs & grasses
skirt too hastily tucked in knickers
(you a brazen hussey…me a bit Byronic)
we listen enthralled
to our
beating hearts
the course of our
true love
running smooth.
Oh, I’m sure
Mr. Shakespeare
would not have
disapproved!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem