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Methinks I’ve Found
A rose lover’s lament as Shakespearean sonnet
“The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem” William Shakespeare
Fair rose, why can’t you shed your wicked thorns?
Of course, you seek a way to ward off prey,
still, please, do not dismiss this plea with scorn.
Methinks there is détente amidst the fray.
Evolve to recognize your friends or foes.
Retract your thorns for those whose Grail’s your scent,
who worship grace and vow to sow what glows
with trowels of love as spears to fight torment.
Ride into war beside us as our badge,
our pledge to clear all weeds of discontent,
whatever ruthless, fetid scourge we cadge.
Mulch Earth in pruned enlightened lost laments.
We co-create our world the wise ones claim.
Don’t prick my dreams — no rose need always maim.
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2020
Ever since I read I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings, I have been enthralled by Shakespeare’s artistry. Lucy The Eggcademic (she/her), I must share this quote with you:
