Category Archives: poem, poetry, royalty, Hamlet

INTERREGNUM

Ah! In that long
tiresome, turbulent
history
of puppets
and Kings

a strange interregnum took shape,
or thus I am persuaded,
a two minute hiatus
in the Danish line
before
it collapsed,
went
full-on Norwegian

Ah, yes younger Hamlet with
his thirty-second reign,
keeping the crown warm
for the more
cut-throat
Fortinbras

sublime moment in which
all were touched
by the great
poetry spoken

though stands to reason
pretty little else in that reign
masterfully achieved.