The True Believers True Believer

 

THE TRUE BELIEVERS TRUE BELIEVER

 

Floreat Picca: Hoges : Jo Hogan, Inspired by Shakespeare: September 2018

 

Sonnet 1

 

My love is a fever, longing still

 

For that which longer nurseth the disease;

 

Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,

 

The uncertain sickly appetite to win a Premiership,

 

My reason my comrades, are for my gladiators in arms

 

Focused and Strong, so that our enemies prescriptions are not kept,

 

Black and White, in my veins, and I desperate now for another Premiership

 

Desire is the Holy Grail, The Silver Cup from which to drink victory

 

Past cure I am, no reason is past care

 

and frantic mad with ever more unrest

 

My thoughts and my discourse as madmans are,

 

At random from the truth vainly express’d;

 

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,

 

Who art as black as hell and white as white

 

Floret Picca.

Comments

  1. Diana Carroll says

    Love it! Sums up our March to September longings so very well!

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