Just a note
to say, thanks
for the many years
of enjoyment
when I first met you
I will admit I found
you a dry and boring
old stick
It took a while to get the knack,
to be enamoured with your style
but once converted, I was, a fan
and read you by midsummers night
in and out love, through tempests
and battlefields, with friends, foes
and witches,
on balconies, in shoreditches.
upon islands where all seemed familar
but in such a confusing way.
Through battles and histories
fact and fanciful.
I walked withyou and
your word play
at my heels like a dog...
sometimes with clarity
and sometimes befogged.
Your words dear friend
have so often been apt...
Tho I sometimes wonder
if you knew the effect
your scrawl would have
as you sat and wrote
making it up as you went along,
I wonder if you thought your
words were whisperings in a wind
there....and then gone.
And now you are famous,
world reknowned.
A bard no less
with the Globe at your feet
Yet to me you are a friend,
your words comfort, and inspiration
in a world unstable...
So again I say,
Thanks for the plays
the sonnets and things
it made a difference
more than you know
but just to let you know...
I still haven't got the knack
of writing in iambic flow....
Napowrimo2016bd
