Clover Poetry Series: Shakespeare in Love
I have always been a writer, dreamer, and Shakespeare fanatic, so when I went to see A Midsummer Night's Dream recently, I was inspired by some of the aesthetics and ideas that I saw to write a poem that mixes my own romantic imaginings with some of the imagery from the play. This sonnet is the product of those two things. Also, writing about dreamy, imaginary, peaceful situations is quite therapeutic, especially in this stormy political climate.
In the light shade of the sycamore tree,
lies my love, a blushing boy of seventeen,
the green tendrils of grass do kiss is skin,
and in gentle, peaceful slumber, he rests.
His soul provides all ornamentation,
he glows, like a prince, even in plainclothes.
He requires no jewels, no gold, either,
he is bedecked in the warm May sunlight,
and in this moment he is beautiful.
I lay here beside him, my fairy prince,
a fairy queen, all bright, young, and sweet.
In our youth, we are naive, innocent,
and in spring's loving embrace we breathe,
we breathe air infused with all sorts of magic.
By Avalon Reid, 20