Thursday, February 4, 2016

Sometimes it's fun to rewrite poetry.

(Reposted from several years ago.)

Unburden Me Here

The sheep herself is hoarse
That bleats the sealed gates of St. Peter
Above my battleground. Come, Holy Spirit
That tends to mortal hearts, unburden me here,
And fill me from the halo to the pedicure
Of warmest serenity!

[modified from Lady Macbeth's speech from Macbeth]

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