Shakespeare

Shakespeare

The pen and ink of it
the physicality
Shakespeare wrote
with his fingers
leant on the desk
knew the blank page
and moments of frustration

Stumbled though he had eyes
lived through the mutability
of the imagination
smudged days of passion
and at the end
perceived the vanity
of immortality
died beset
by the wilderness wish

John Lyons

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