Variation
poem
Hello everyone,
Today’s poem has its genesis in a song written by Henry VIII, which is also a chapter title in Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall. I got the idea for it while re-reading the chapter last week as part of Simon Haisell ‘s Wolf Crawl.
Quick note: as of now it looks like there won’t be a short story posted this month, since I’m working on a few other things, and my day job has gotten quite busy of late. I am hopeful of writing one for next month, though.
Finally, I’m doing a voiceover for the first time! I love reading poetry aloud, so this is probably something I’ll do more of in the future.
As always, thanks for reading,
Yours,
Iris Shaw
Alas, what shall I do for love?
As love for me
Conceived in thee
Absents itself,
Yet would not set me free.
See, a thorn have I
Lodged in my flesh;
Love set it there
And would deny
That you should feel the same.
So in truth I do belie
My heart, should I say once
I love not you –
For love, alas, what shall I do?
Wow, that's good!