A comic haze pervades this woodland farce
As reigning king of ancient fairy myth
By magic scatters reason until sparse,
And forges fake affections like a smith.
But can resolve as such as charms can make,
Suffice in lieu of time’s enchanting bind,
Or will a potion’s staying power break
And then collapse as quick as breaths unwind?
For does not love resemble more a dance,
A thing of changing postures as it moves?
A frolic on the heart that leads perchance
To magic that could feel as touch approves?
No matter how this mystery unfolds,
In love, the trance becomes what it upholds.
About the Poem
This sonnet is inspired by Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream." It gives a little thought to whether or not the love that was caused by the magic flower was destined to be an illusion or whether the illusion can be the grounds for something more. I created a digital rendering to illustrate this poem and present it in poster format.
This poem is previously unpublished in print. This poem was finished October 24, 2006.