It’s A Bit Shakespearean Innit? (For Scarlett)
D Dónall Dempsey
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The moon’s
a real Lady MacBeth
tonight
dashing about the sky
as if it were her own
private theatre of heartbreak.
trailing her unbuttoned
dress of clouds
behind her.
“Out...out damn spot! ”
“Out...out...damn spot! ”
the trees repeat
like a Greek chorus
as the wind
scatters hysterically her hair
and she throws herself
off a battlement of cloud
to the east
the new day
bloody with beginning
tomorrow & tomorrow & tomorrow
stained with all
the perfumes of Arabia.
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