Kristi Coughlin
Speak to Me Shakespeare
Shake loose the dusty pages And unleash your fantastic fury; let me bury Myself in your words Satiate my hunger; turn my tongue about As I try to figure it all out before the curtain falls. Speak to me Shakespeare I need the right words. Not just any turn phrase will do. It is no simple matter that brings me to you Lend me your wisdom from the beyond If not your wisdom, lend me your wit. If not your wit I’ll take your passion then. If not your passion, at least your schemes Give me some stories, give me some dreams, It seems I’m speechless in matters of the heart. Speak to me Shakespeare Bring me to life with your plot devices; your ploys Play coy with me, toy with me Leave me hanging by a thread Or on the head of a pin, Open the door and let me in Speak to me Shakespeare
athena’s web
9
Fall 2015