February 21, 2014

Elsinore


Friends call me out,
at midnight or close on
they say my father speaks.
Under his breath
in a freezing rain,
I hear what he seeks
to end his pain.

My lusty mother
has lately married again,
such incestuous sheets
now stain 
her shameful name.
To catch them out,
we watch a play 
within a play; she will see
her beloved king
be slain.

In the end
I'm sent away;
old friends are paid
to rid the world of me, 
though by now 
they too
are too soon gone.
My father knows 
I will not sleep
until I have 
avenged
this wrong.

2/10/2014