Consider JulietA Poem by Daleth GreyImagine Juliet, waking up the morning After that first- last?- night spent with Romeo. She feels sleep dust in the corners of her eyes, Maybe she shifts because the white sheet Is wrapped awkwardly and tugs her still Adolescent breast at an angle. She stretches. You’d imagine she’s no longer afraid. Now she’s done the deed and that wasn’t so bad, Softened by the still-nascent flare of her lust. Or maybe Romeo was crap in bed, reasonable Since Verona has no teenagers, only children And adults. But sweet Juliet wouldn’t know. He asleep and she awake, a disconnect Cuts between them. Juliet’s thoughts turn Inward. She has parents to disapprove of her, She is the surviving child, her family’s last hope, She stands between a clan’s pride and dishonor. Juliet is the sun. She has sorrow in her blood. Romeo is an idol in retrospect, he will live on In speech and art and metaphor, but he’s Just a man born the only son, to the right parents, Made into a prince. His draw is his richness And his danger. What Juliet sees in Romeo that’s Worth everything she is, she takes to her grave. If Juliet, just waking, could see how short her time is, She would be rushing to soak up all those Vibrant new sensations, seeing the threads but Overlooking the tapestry. So it’s better with her Caught up in the scandal and the plans and The deaths. It’s better that she doesn’t know. © 2012 Daleth Grey |
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Added on October 29, 2012 Last Updated on October 29, 2012 AuthorDaleth GreyCulpeper, VAAbout"I have not learnt that which is not, I have not done what the gods detest, I am Pure. I am who saw the completion of the Sacred Eye." -The Egyptian Book of the Dead "Do what thou wilt shall be the.. more..Writing
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