Shall I compare thee to a Covid day
When yet another boring dawn arrives
So filled with sameness, I awake and say
Forsooth! I needst to live, not just survive?
T’was thought, when first I met thee, thou wast fun,
That thou possessed a soul like mine and smart,
But now, thy countenance denies the sun
And nothing but an empty jar thou art.
How long must I endure this for-ced time?
Six feet be not sufficient to the task;
Patience may to some be thought sublime,
But freedom beckons like wine from the cask –
Thus, as at the bit a horse does chomp,
I, without restraint, desire to romp
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem, in any format, to honor the memory of William Shakespeare, The Bard, born in April 1564, died April 1616. |
Author Notes
In memory of Mr. S. -my much altered version of his most famous sonnet.
this is a sonnet about a fictitious husband or wife, bored with being shackled to hearth and home, needing to escape.
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