That day in Stratford-Upon-Avon

by Karla   Jun 27, 2012


That day in Stratford-upon-Avon,

Shakespeare came undone through

him in The Knot Garden, undressing

the substance of space and the white lilies;

she bathed herself in the liquidity

of his words, in the waters of sonnet 44,

in his plural presence.

The magnetic weightless miracle,

the subtle consciousness of immensity

overflowing, she mirroring him,

she hearing it coming softly,

feetless steps, flesh upon flesh,

senses, the otherness transcending

and swimming in her tenderly.

What shall remain when there is no end?

A poem is buried beneath her,

Somewhere, Shakespeare is looking at them:

her nails scratching down the neck of the past.

Somewhere in her veins.

Karla Bardanza
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  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    I love what you wrote here Karla, the images were awesome but I am not sure I am familiar with this topic.

    The layout of the poem was beautiful and the words you've used as well, inspirational.

    Awesome write!

    x

  • 12 years ago

    by mandy

    Beautiful word choice, it all flowed so well, so delicately and admirably. I loved this poem, the last line was spectacular. I also enjoyed the layout of the poem, it made it seem light, to match the sweet essence. 5/5

    mandy :)

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    She mirroring him,
    she hearing it coming softly,
    feetless steps, flesh upon flesh,
    senses, the otherness transcending
    and swimming in her tenderly.

    ^ God, Karla, I looove this part a lot. Its fast pace is just so enticing.

    Amazing

  • 12 years ago

    by Janis

    It`s amazing how can you write so well using such difficult expressions and still make it all sound so understandable. Good job, keep it up ^^

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