The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest – Shakespearean lament

shakesperean lament

It was a dagger to my throat,
They had departed
In the still darkness of a winter’s night
Gone, with nary a backwards glance
Whilst I supped with my comrades
Before the hearth burning bright
Angst tore my soul,
As my bloodless lips parted,
In a cry of mournful sorrow.
I recollect it well, for the first rays of light
Broke the clouds that hung darkly
For the commencement of the morrow.
I gnashed my teeth in fury,
As witches three berated me,
They had warned me of falsifying glory,
But I had ignored them in my nativity.
Whom was the portent devised
That the chocolate cake could so disappear
With one foul swoop,
Of one’s own mouth, it did so appear.

© Deb Whittam 2019

The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #35

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Deb Whittam

With a keen interest in travel, photography, sports and writing I hope to encourage discussions on how culture has impacted on society in the 21st Century.

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