‘That, of course, is the great secret of the successful fool – that he is no fool at all.’ —Isaac Asimov, Asimov’s Guide to Shakespeare: A Guide to Understanding and Enjoying the Works of Shakespeare
Write a poem from the perspective of the Fool. Can you think of any modern day absurdities that King Lear’s Fool might find worthy of commentary? Maybe the Selfie Stick or the everyday use of hashtags deserves a sarcastic jab (#ThouArtHackneyed). What ridiculous treasures within popular culture do you think would inspire a poetic monologue by the Shakespearean Fool? Share it with us!
I am the rough limbs risen from the fire
in sand, the drums of Fiji striking back
into your spot of light, the war and sire
that battered you and made for me the wrack
of lullabies spun from the whorls of shells
on those ruined shores, made for you the glass,
the sea of color that soothed you like a spell,
a gentler light to fall upon the Mass.
The kiln never cools, glow of scoria
fine, from which a story grows so slowly,
the parts in broken pieces, paper torn
and tossed away, true, but not yet holy.
This scouring of the years has polished me,
father of my father, setting us both free.
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