Poem on Thursday 12th January

by William J   Feb 2, 2012


Back from Stratford.

a letter to

ye morning maidens,
thy mind, 'tis poison,
thou dost love the tongue.
Thou hast become
an ugly war-horse,
thou hast become
a deviant of the writings.
Thus, the ghost of Stratford
howls among the earth,
wearing whoring leathers,
with Shakespeare
and Elizabeth in hand.

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  • 12 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    I tried so hard to write a poem using the Old English but mine sounds like a drunken sailor with a Latin accent. :-)

    I love how the poem flows and it's eloquent.

  • 12 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    Its old engish abed ... this was outstanding im a big admire of anyone who trys this and i gotta say im impressed ... Very well written 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Karla

    I really loved to find Old English here.William, you rock!

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    Whatever this is about... I really like your language.

    Amazing William :)

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