and long Purples,
That liberall Shepheards giue a grosser name;
That liberall Shepheards giue a grosser name;
But our cold Maids doe Dead Mens Fingers call them.
From Gertrude's description of Ophelia's drowning: Shakespeare, 'Hamlet', Act IV scene VII
From Gertrude's description of Ophelia's drowning: Shakespeare, 'Hamlet', Act IV scene VII
The fifth creature asks if I’ve a letter for it?
I have but I’m not telling.
At the fair is a woman who tells fortunes and who can become
A moonbeam at will, thus overnight I’ve acquired
A lower lip piercing
(Feeling sexy is so personal)
And become a night-watchman
(Feeling sexy is so personal)
And become a night-watchman
Blowing on frozen fingers
Calling the hours by their names.
Or perhaps so impersonal?
The Solitary, silver-rayed, never speaking except
In future tongue. In present
This is spat – “a time of austerity”
The rich stuffing the poor
Into drooling bourgeois / aristo gobs
The rich categorising the sick
The vulnerable scroungers (overnight my hair
Has turned purple as Ophelia’s)
The time of being suicided o
Imagine if the world was flat,
Who would dare to play hopscotch?
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