When did you last read Shakespeare?
You’ll hear his voice in this collaborative piece of poetry which revolves round the stimulating theme of Love and Ego.
LADY of VENICE by Hanniel Mofeyintoluwa Heywhy (The Pen-Lady) & Samuel Amazing Ayoade (Blazing Pen) 🔥
Mistress, the way I lay myself on my thoughts taught me
That I have left my breath in your skin
Worn atop the surface of your left palm
And now, here am I left without the right
of affection, In my right plans…
Sire, you were the treasure I daily sought,
The one I chose amidst million others.
You got me flying like a fairy with new wings.
How do I describe the joy that lit my heart?
That for you alone it stayed alive!!!
You were the groove I never wanted to escape
And the waves I would have drowned in
Till you chose to frown away my smiles
And drown them away into distant miles beyond the shore.
I have become a ripple atop a still water
A Ruth I want not become in love sire;
My heart beat and leaps for you
Yet a fool for love I want not become.
Love is a beautiful thing they say;
But Sire say, can there be beauty
Beauty without a speck of imperfection?
You pushed aside our little world.
You fault our starry cosmos
Yet you want me to pay for your crime
A Ruth truly I am not!!!
Cast your words upon the waters
And after many days shall I find it
For “sorry” is the way weights wane
And sweet words dissolve the heart’s burdens
For you I stand at the other side of the waters
Maybe, your words will return
And you with your words return, or in-turn An echo resounds…
LADY OF VENICE
Here I am at the other side,
Waiting at least for a rose atop the waters
To prove, even if a bit of you remorseful.
Keep waiting as I am till dryness visit of water land.
Nothing kills our hearts faster than our pride!!!
Lady, I have lent a word of the elders
For the price of the tortoise pride
Became a shattered shell, and battered legs
And I, I have swallowed my pride for your prize
To return with this boat of love, and a lot of thornless roses
For distance is of space and not the heart
I my fullness doth void before you my Lady
Let sail us together, beyond this river
Oh my! Handsome, here bury I my pride;
For where else do I belong if not thy side?
I doth submit myself like Rebecca, unto thee Issac,
Here I am to water thy feet and thy cattle…
I throw now my pride into the ocean to forever travel;
the journey of no return.
Now I say, let bury us our ego
With the language our lips speaks better,
My Lord, so say I ‘Sorry’, on bended knees…
© January 2018
Posted by Indunil Madhusankha