Compareth to a Turtle

My attempt at Shakespeare language. This poem is me and my spirit animal.

Shall we compareth me

to a turtle in a shell

slow and unsure

of the surroundings

that I taketh in

always on the edge of mineth shell

For friends 

have broken mine shell down

with slight fortune on their side

I follow the way they leadeth

slow step by step

the ground unsteady beneath me

Foes

forceth my head

back in safety of the shell

with thine hatred

thy stares cuts through me

fear gripeth me

Shell protecteth me

awkward moment shall appear

without a blink of an eye

I am the turtle with a broken shell

waiting to hide

Author's Note

Shakespeare language
Inspired by: in my mind
Finished: Jan. 8, 2014

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting combination of a turtle and Shakespeare. I enjoyed the poem. I like the story and the open ending. Good to test the word. Best part of being a writer is. We can create at-will. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Liz Alexander]

Shakespeare is always a comparison of you with some not about me. I liked the way I twisted it.

[Coyote Poetry]

You did very well.

[Lydia Shutter]

Not sure I like the Shakespearesque language, but the meaning comes through. Sometimes we need to emulate a turtle...to retreat into a place that is comfortable for us where no one else can touch us or hurt us. Good work. Lydi**

[Liz Alexander]

Thank you. It was only an experiment.