how dear the bare place looked

[ekaterinn]

I never liked the end of The Tempest - I always that it was a waste and terribly sad to see Prospero to break his staff and return to the mainland. This poem suggests a remedy:

Prospero Goes Homeby Jack Gilbert

Comments

[kat_lair]

Hee I like that. Funnily enough, I wrote something that spins off from The Tempest last year: Miranda

[ekaterinn]

Oh, your poem is brilliant! I especially loved this stanza:

Power does not come
from books or staffs,
erect with entitlement.
Power comes from neglect,
from patience; learning your worth
when no one taught it.

The Island calls her back.

*shivers*

[kat_lair]

Late thank you is late, but... thank you! It's one of the few poems I've written with a definite 'message' of sorts. Very glad you liked it :)