Yorick

Experimental sonnet for Creative Writing.

Yorick

Justin Guidroz

 

Your engraved backboard of strong black stone

Holding up my weight, leaning above you.

I cannot imagine you, all alone,

The musty rot-filled air is far from new,

It must be horribly suffocating.

Refrigerated by coolant soil,

Like a babe Mary is incubating

While I am left in Hell to boil.

I stand up and feel the hot summer breeze

Drying the damp cold dew off of my back.

Wailing cries of loss come from Laertes

For Ophelia, whose life water snatched.

Hopefully my love reaches down the depths

Underground where you lay with Father Death.

Reviews

[Rya May]

AWESOME! this is amazing seriously! I am pretty familiar with hamlet and loved the part where you said "For Ophelia, whose life water snatched." Keep up the writing it's inspiring.
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