Catherine Owen
Juliet’s Quandry or Sonnets Partially Wind-Torn
And so what it comes down to, Juliet
has too many Romeos. Again. She,
wanting only to sing to the moon, freely,
high on her ersatz balcony, has met
her match as they say, and now, how her bet
with Plato is lost, the many, you see
have not become the one, but……
…living years on coffee and lust,
Juliet is now thin as her sonnets,
her hair wind-wracked, skin the shade of new rust.
Yet still the rabble-rousers want her hand
….words, her only commander.
After all she’s learned, is peace now…
O god, the fields of daisies burn her mind.
So this is fate, the end, her final cost.
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