In the summer of 2015 we received hundreds of fantastic poems inspired by Shakespeare and his work. Shake-Up Shakespeare 2015 was open during both Shakespeare Week (March) and Shakespeare Day (April) so these celebrations could help to inspire young poets.
We’ve enjoyed reading all the poems and it was a difficult task to pick the winners, but we're delighted to announce the Shake-Up Shakespeare 2015 winners…
What doest one see? A single quaint rose floating amid the still, sombre water.
With the eldritch voices the lady sleeps,
As the creation surrounding her sighs and weeps.
Shalt the brook and its tides nev'r awake her,
For this world is greatly complex to an innocent stranger.
A young lady once deranged by ardent love,
Now a mere soul that glides peacefully through the wind like a prepossessing dove.
For one's love never fades, even in death those pale white hands still clutch a single sprig of rosemary.
With the spectres trailing her lifeless body deeper,
Another mortal selleth their soul to the reaper.
A fair maiden so unpretentious and naive,
Sinking gradually, leaving mankind to mourn, to grieve.
As the ill-starred maiden is laid to rest,
Leaves of rue are placed on her motionless chest.
© Amina Ara 2015
The cold glass bottle lay before me,
a fitting end for a twisted character.
The cord of love entangled me,
slowly throttling the tears
from glazed-over eyes.
She lay there,
not so pale as she should be;
elegant nightdress floating across
her sunlit skin.
A loud cry of frustration escaped from between cracked lips.
Thought I saw her stir...
no couldn't be.
Cried out to the heavens for mercy -
a plea for help from an unpleasant soul.
Gnarled talons grabbed hold of the torture;
trembling fingers unscrewed it.
Maybe it was the way it smelt; sweet white wine
on a snowflaked day -
pure water cleansing a chapped stomach.
Shut those irises and downed it in one.
came upon me; knocked down
my organ's systems and
took control of the beating of my heart.
Or lack, thereof.
Maybe I should've waited.
Waited for the timing of God.
Couldn't feel as I slumped
against her flushed,
'Romeo? Is that you?'
© Opefoluwa Adegbite 2015