A poem based on my take of Beatrice's thoughts as Claudio and Don Pedro describe her in the orchard in 'Much Ado About Nothing'.
Disclaimer: Much Ado About Nothing and its respective characters, settings, etc. copyright William Shakespeare. Beatrice: Lady Tongue, Lady Love copyright Sabrina Cook. Do not touch it or I will actually murder you. Poetically.
Beatrice: Lady Tongue, Lady Love
When sharpened tongues of two doth clash,
Within each crass, euphoric lash,
Of slicing wit as rapier's tip,
Slays crude defenders of my ship.
Within harsh humor's hollow wakes,
A gentler guard whose passion takes,
A most disturbing course at sea,
With winds of frightening reverie.
A shipwreck's final flag shall wave,
Belike thy love shall dig my grave,
And such a ship shall drown this day,
Than turn to mutiny, I pray.
A horrid crash upon the moors,
As mist drifts through mute corridors,
And barricades to my heart's hold;
Cruel jest in place of gilded gold.
To demeanor's shift I grant thee spite,
Lest I sway to fancy's flight,
Of handsome, craven, selfish sin,
Tis love I loathe, yet love I'm in.