The RSC is running a love poem competition to help decorate the set of their upcoming production of ‘As You Like It’. There’s a twitter category with a maximum length of 135 characters. I entered a few:
The humming when you’re thinking,
how I always feel so small,
the mess, that laugh, the endless fuss:
you’re such a pain. Please call.
It’s not the kisses I remember,
or that final whispered call.
Just your hand upon my shoulder:
that’s it, that’s all; that’s all.
I’ve stood upon the runways,
faced down their toys of war,
but it seems, alas, I’d let them fly
to hold your hand once more.
Take it from me:
this idea of love,
this empty, deadly, space.
Take it from me.
I could try and try and then one day
remember and not feel.
But it seems to me, if that’s the price,
I don’t much want to heal.
And a couple that didn’t make the cut:
I fell for you that wicked night,
I sang it to you then.
But no such luck, so from this spot,
I fall for you again.
Drag me through the gates of hell, my love
and lash me to the rocks.
Let loose the fiendish hordes, my dear,
Nothing special, but I like writing poems – it’s way too long since I’ve tried.