Desdemona Utters

 

Under breath baited by hooks or by crooks

who steal hearts with a casual shop lifting ease

Desdemona utters her litany of wish list get evens

for wrongs more real than imagined

paying pipers is the final fatal fall

a closing in of all the walls

when all along you knew the price of lying in wait

to hear the saccharine sound of persuasion at the altar

hand upon hand

a tear dripping wet on dry land

near a poxy hamlet

living grand in a palace made of sand

choice is what killed her in the end

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Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

4 thoughts on “Desdemona Utters”

  1. “a closing in of all the walls
    when all along you knew the price of lying in wait”
    LOVE this and love
    “choice is what killed her in the end”
    love your poems.

    1. Thank you Evelyn 🙂 Poor dear deluded Desdemona, sigh. I love some of Shakespeare’s characters, there is something so lacking in bullshit about his writing, he tell it like it is. I think this is why he has stood the test of time, flowery over the top language and all.

    1. Billy was the original pot stirrer Denise and every now and then I toss one of these on the blog in a very raggedy ass tribute to the master of plays.

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