Smoking Shakespeare


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    Smoking Shakespeare

    The smoke from my cigarette
    drifts in a lazy curl,
    Shapes start to appear
    as i watch it rise and unfurl,
    Look,a stallion
    racing towards the sun,
    And there, a Noble knight
    meeting his maiden won,
    There’s a dancer twirling
    on her toes,
    as the tip of my cigarette
    burns and glows,
    I watch the characters
    as if on a stage,
    acting out a Shakespearean page,
    Look,there’s Proteus
    and Ophelia ,too,
    And poor Othello,
    deceived and fooled,
    I watch as puck
    bespells the wrong eyes,
    And the Fairy Queen
    with a jackass lies,
    It’s like a dream
    upon a midsummer’s night,
    There’s Hamlet,
    And my favorite,
    ‘Twelfth Night’

    Then the players bow out
    as my cigarette burns down
    And I return to reality
    with a smile and a frown…

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    Rygar commented on Smoking Shakespeare


    ha! a fun one, nice to see your many faces and styles. :)

    mistynites26 commented on Smoking Shakespeare


    LOVE THIS!!!!! Again you pulled in my favorites...wonderfully written calliope!!

    danmartyjake1 commented on Smoking Shakespeare


    This is by far one of your best, conjouring so many special places for the reader to follow and your offerings are outstanding!



    Thanks,this one was fun to write ,it was written in the space of a ciggarete as well,it came so easily actually it surprised even me,once i started it flowed from my pen as if the muse herself were writing it

    MindNumbing commented on Smoking Shakespeare


    Wonderful visuals... this makes me want a cigarette, just so that I can see what may unfurl :)



    Thats good then,i have acheived my goal [not to get you to smoke,but to set your mind to soar]

    kmooney commented on Smoking Shakespeare


    I like the Shakespearean twist here. Nice job. Flows nice and has good rhythm and rhyme. I don't smoke but do like an occassional pipipe now and then. Got a little Gandolf in me me's thinks... Thanks for sharing. Kevin

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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