During an open air <br />production of the DREAM <br />you pucker up <br />& whisper <br /> <br />“I suppose a quick Puck <br />would be out of the question? ” <br />you snigger. <br />Never one to disappoint a lady <br />I acquiesce to her request <br /> <br />(at a loss for words) <br />I merely murmur: <br />“Yesssssssssssss! ” <br />under my breath. <br /> <br />We lose ourselves <br />in the woods <br />as Shakespeare’s <br />words <br />surround us. <br /> <br />“I come...I come <br />see how I come! ” <br />you shout. <br /> <br />“Shhhh...! ” <br />I say <br />... trying to be faster than an arrow from a Tartar’s bow. <br /> <br />Once more <br />lost in words <br />your hair <br />full of tell-tale <br />twigs & grasses <br /> <br />skirt too hastily tucked in knickers <br />(you a brazen hussey…me a bit Byronic) <br />we listen enthralled <br />to our <br />beating hearts <br />the course of our <br />true love <br /> <br />running smooth. <br />Oh, I’m sure <br />Mr. Shakespeare <br />would not have <br />disapproved!<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/telegram-to-my-mind-true-love-running-smooth-admitting-no-impediment-stop-don-t-stop-stop/
