After “Sonnet 129” by William Shakespeare
Uneasy page for any age,
as ethics swirl in gender’s plea,
the more, permissive uncaged stage,
our terms transformed, LGBT,
with Q, plus questions followed, delved.
As powers hold, castle keep, Kafka
and Dewey triggers volumes shelved,
near bonfire, Alexandria,
abuse of folk and fears awoke.
When self-confessed loss of control,
how stands the mastery of bloke -
from hinterland, man-kind blamed rôle?
Today Will’s witness words assured,
that social media storm procured.
Sonnet 129 by Shakespeare
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight,
Past reason hunted; and, no sooner had
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so,
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
Great response! Love the "dig, survey, stop work for tea". The notes help, thank you. Hope "clock off" isn't a euphemism. Well, no, on second thoughts I don't. That would make for an even better final line. . .
Perplexed 😉
Uneasy read, obscure indeed,
Where curious references abound;
To where do Kafka's castles lead?
What fire in Alexandria's found?
Many a student might be vexed
Should Will be ditched and Kingsnorth's verse
Become an English Lit set text -
A step, some'd say, from bad to worse!
I understand the Bard's distrust
Of promised heaven, and that he
Is wary of the sin of lust
But not whether your parody
Is lauding or condemning Woke
Or where you stand or who's the Bloke.