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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