Desdemona’s Rebirth: A Poem.

On my way back from my niece’s wedding in Madrid, this morning, I was so mesmerised by the beautiful summer sky, dotted with suggestive clouds, that I wrote a poem.

Don’t ask me why I heard Desdemona’s name in the clouds, but Desdemona Reborn is a tribute to all the wonderful women who have inspired poets and other humans, to do both wonderful and evil things.

 

Desdemona Reborn

Desdemona,

listen to the clouds
reciting your play.
Morphing
memories.

Chocolate licked
marshmallows.
Dragon’s wings.
His handkerchief.

Listen to the clouds
singing their music.
Humming
souvenirs.

White cotton
bodice dress.
First kiss.
Innocent bliss.

 

Listen to the clouds
asking for answers.
Smothering
questions.

 What happened
to dreams?
How dost thou
look now?

REBORN.

Seeking more clouds
with plays, music,
and questions, too.
Listen to your heart.
Sing on,
my love.

***

 

P. S.

 

After suffocating Desdemona in their bed, Othello asks her, regretfully,  ‘Now, How dost thou look now?’

Othello both killed and immortalised Desdemona, while he condemned himself to become one of the most pathetic villains in English literature.