she was confused
as the moon crossed the northern solstice
a snapped sprig,
a fish out of emerald sea
her lover was bewitched
by magic potion on the eyelids,
as if the Gods played a cruel joke
or changed the rules, she didn't know
love is a battlefield,
a sharp knife on her breast, a cut in her wrist,
when ardent eyes turn black and empty river
or a theatre for entertainment
for the puppeteers and forest imps,
playing chaos and bumbling actors, but for her
the foolish one who gave everything away
in exchange for a night of passion and
promises, now gone on the whim of wind
or maybe it was written in the stars
that she will get a blank tarot card,
a jester's awkward lines instead of a love letter
maybe all is just a cloud's figment,
a chimera in the pool of fallen leaves,
we are all made fools of love
in this mid-summer night's dream
Posted for Kerry's Wednesday Challenge: Our challenge is to find a phrase or quote from Shakespeare to either inspire a poem or to use as the title of the finished piece.
and Poetry Jam: Mood Swings
picture credit: here
the foolish ones that give everything away for a moment of passion...true that...now gone the whim of the wind....fools for love...or anything that might resemble it...
ReplyDeleteThank you for the visit and support Brian ~
Deletefrom first verse to last... wonderful, Heaven!! and a great take on both prompts.
ReplyDeletethank you for joining in at Poetry Jam!
hope all is well with you, dear!
♥
dani
Thank you for the wonderful prompt Dani ~
DeleteHappy day to you as well ~
The rewards of a night of passion can be tragic if one gives everything away to attain it! A blank tarot card? Yikes, that would be a sign for sure. Indeed we are all made fools of love in some regard, but hopefully not this much. I enjoyed your poem.
ReplyDeleteI based this on the poem by Shakespeare himself. Thanks for the compliment and visit Mary ~
DeleteI love the first verse and the way you build the story with that of the bard's. Beautiful indeed!
ReplyDeleteThank you Karishma ~ Nice to meet you ~
DeleteI like the first two verses and the last one, and I also love the illustration!
ReplyDeleteI am glad you like the illustration because I spend time searching for pictures to go with my posts ~ Thanks for the visit ~
DeleteSuch an interesting opening especially - the bemusement of love - everything changing - really like an incantation at the start. k.
ReplyDeleteThe bemusement of love indeed ~ Thanks K ~
DeleteThis is perfection, Heaven! I'm blown away by your empathetic view of Hermia, her confusion on finding herself reviled where once she was loved, wondering if it is real or a dream, and yet this lives as a depiction of every woman who has fallen foul of love, or suffered at the hands of a fickle lover.
ReplyDeleteGlorious poetry.
Thank you Kerry ~ I admit that I had to read the synopsis of the poem so I have an idea of what to write ~
DeleteTrue the fools many can be, sometimes it works though I suppose, but most times you end up in the gutter, not the fun kind of your mind either.
ReplyDeletea chimera in the pool of fallen leaves...I love this line!! There are so many really great images and words woven into this piece, Grace!! This is such an enjoyable read...I always feel like I'm indulging in a delectable morsel when I visit you...SO good!!
ReplyDeleteWow! touching and wise words here.
ReplyDeleteOh how cruel. To give yourself to love and then to be made a fool of. This is so well written, very much in the tone of the Bard himself.
ReplyDeleteLovely.
To everyone ~ Thanks for the lovely words and visit ~
ReplyDeleteI appreciate them ~
I enjoyed your poem and the creative way you combined two prompts.
ReplyDelete'she didn't know love is a battlefield, a sharp knife on her breast, a cut in her wrist' ~ this line set the mood for me!
Love Is A Battlefield one of my favorite Pat Benatar songs!!
I love this, especially "we are all made fools for love." Yes, indeed. Really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeletewell done G
ReplyDeleteTo throw everything to the winds for just love! The stakes are too much to gamble on. Great write Heaven!
ReplyDeleteHank
nice exploration of the dream, I felt this:
ReplyDelete"love is a battlefield,
a sharp knife on her breast, a cut in her wrist,
when ardent eyes turn black and empty river"
Oh, a wonderful write. We are, indeed, all made fools of love. Shakespeare would enjoy this.
ReplyDeleteK
There's a lot about this I really like--the mood you set, the descriptions, but my favorite line is 'ardent eyes turning black and empty river...' and the entire last two stanzas. Really enjoyed it, Heaven.
ReplyDeleteSwoon the ending was gorgeous! The blank tarot card got me too...yikes! Mayhem and magic in this poem!
ReplyDeleteAnother wonderful poem, your word talent always shine..
ReplyDeletea great poem with two prompts....
ReplyDeletealways touching. always beautiful. always you.
ReplyDeleteWow..this is full of amazing lines and a lot of confused emotion, just as it should be. "Jesters awkward lines instead of a love letter" yeah...damn thats good.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this Heaven. "or maybe it was written in the stars
ReplyDeletethat she will get a blank tarot card,
a jester's awkward lines instead of a love letter" was my favorite part.
very strong expressions...
ReplyDeleteevery single verse was powerful... striking deep
love is a battlefield,
#a sharp knife on her breast, a cut in her wrist,
when ardent eyes turn black and empty river
This one's my fav :)
What an interesting challenge theme. Great job!
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this! You totally nailed the ethereal and lessons learned too late
ReplyDeleteLovely
we are all made fools of love.
ReplyDeleteThe back and forth here of emotions, thoughts reflects well al the agony one goes through... :)