The Curse of Reading Shakespeare before Bedtime

Maxfield_Parish_(1870—1966)

Maxfield Parish

A poem before slumber,
my Love,
upon which to mull;
spicing your dreams.

Proof of love proofed
in words.  Aye, proving
not much – improving
but such as we have been given.

My heart is given
as proof.  Yours, held
in its stead, resides
in my chest.  Mine
your bosom claims
as its worthy bed.

Enough!  Stay my pen!
‘tis enough to carry
dreams delightful,
marry!  May my words
and my love rascal
you through the night
that you wake with smiles
that speak a night’s delight.

 

 

12 thoughts on “The Curse of Reading Shakespeare before Bedtime

  1. Blending the Bard with Parrish – brilliant! I really enjoyed all the word play in this and that title made me laugh. The opening stanza with words that serve as mulling spices is well crafted. I also smiled at the poet’s voice speaking to the pen, telling it to stop – very clever tactic. Of course, I agree with Q on the Rascal line – that is fresh language. (Yes, take it more than one way!) Bravo!

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