Applause, Applause

February 7, 2019

The sun was fast approaching.  Horatio
Saw the curlicues of clouds as they licked
Both the horizon and the distant sea.
The tide in Denmark always smelled of fish,
The kind Hamlet used to eat at the castle

For breakfast, a ‘hamlet omelet’, as poor
Yorick would say, cracking jokes as he cracked
The eggs. Horatio silently smiled, in spite of
The horror he’d just seen. Hamlet, the king,
Still walked the earth, or his ghost did, a man

They once owed fealty to, now a ghoul
Left haunting windy moors, his face a mask
Kissed by death. Horatio knew he was bound
To tell the Kings son, Hamlet. He must come here
And see and talk with this strange apparition.

A quickening: a noise: a rustle of feet:
A voice calls out, ‘Who’s there?’
A trumpet: applause: applause:
But look, the sun in russet mantle clad
Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastward hill.

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