Why I should go to Stratford | M Sean Dowd | Sonnet | Poetry
Of’t’ time life’s stage has cast for me sweet die
Though sword play has left scars upon my flesh
Yeh! Steeled of will; to stage front I’ll not shy
Cry wonder star as to the babe in crèche
And gold, myrrh, frankincense; will reward less
Than bidding to sweet Avon’s shore, The Globe
Whence called I’ll revel in the player’s dress
An ardent fan of plot, design and robe
And there perchance, I’ll dream of Juliet
That tragic heroine behests I come
So climb this vine, yah, buy this rhyme and let
Both me and mine, to Stratford with aplomb
So Victory! Sweet nectar to me dear
That sweet ferment my cup should raise in cheer
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Bio:
M Sean Dowd lives and writes in Spain near Vigo In Galicia. His family belongs to the Nation of Métis of Ontario in Canada.
Credits include from the 1990’s, Gitmo begone, in Serai Magazine of Montreal, poems in Polar Borealis and Polar Starlight (BC Canada) , CNF in Syncopation Literary journal of Toronto and an upcoming novella with Hear our Voice LLC in SC USA.
