Ode to GertrudeA Poem by albee
Ode to Gertrude
At times in my life when I lived alone I would work the holidays. Little engagement with the cheer. Visited Hamlet for my gifts. Immeasurable tools to tweak the Behind. I see now, unconscious to me at the times, I would frequent Elsinore, at years end, a pattern. I am empathizing Gertrude this year. She is the elder of the two female characters in the schema. The Queen Mother to Hamlet, wife to King Uncle. Gertrude was blindsided by Hamlet’s dagger language, that night, after he slayed Polonius, in her bedroom, mistaking him for the King Uncle, revealing the Coup that killed Hamlet’s father, and usurped the crown, which she quickly married in her grief, in the soft subtle manipulative gas light of the King Uncle. Oh what bloody trauma she absorbed, in her inner chambers, that night after the Mouse Trap. Ophelia gets most the trauma informed attention. Gertrude is equally victimized , with little recognition. © 2021 albeeReviews
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4 Reviews Added on December 7, 2021 Last Updated on December 7, 2021 Authoralbeeseattle, WAAboutI started out as a middle child, in the middle of that fat century, in the mid west of this obese country, when little league baseball caps were bunched up like peaked military hats. Finding myself on.. more..Writing
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