This week seems to have a theme – Elizabethan dramatists.
Today’s post is a poem that was graciously sent in by Robert Hiland, and was inspired by Mr.Will Shakespeare.
A word from Robert,
“What inspired me to write “Too Cool”? It is true, but far too easy to say ” frustration with a date that didn’t go well”. That was just the motivation, the spark that ignited the fusion process. Hamlet likely felt the same way….It is also true but only slightly more so to say that the image of Ophelia’s father being unjustly stabbed where he eavesdropped behind the screen was a piece of the inspiration. How unfair! How cruel! But that was just the magnetic bottle that contained the process in the beginning. Toss in some puns and double entendre, some rhyme and rhythm; an image here, a metaphor there; more fun stuff and form stuff learned from, inspired by–well–all of the above.”
(a soliloquy on reluctant lovers, with apologies to Will and Hank)
“Be cool” he said;
(The little voice inside my head.)
“You know that when you move too fast
Your assignations never last.
Just paste a Mona Lisa smile
Across your face; go slow a while.
Be distant, casual, be superior;
Restrain romance. Keep it interior.
If she moves first you’ll be the prize
Of greater worth in her wanton eyes.
Wise words no doubt, and no doubt needed.
But yet my pace is unimpeded;
For good advice, like fat Polonius,
Skewered through the arras,
Is mocked, ignored, believed erroneous,
And only serves t’embarrass.
Words untimely; untimely dying–
Why must romance be so damned trying?
If I rush my pace she’ll blush and shiver,
And if I don’t I’ve failed to give her
The last best shaft that’s in the quiver
And there she’ll float, face down in the river.
Ah! Then the loss would chill our hearts.
Too cool! Too cool and love departs.
Far better hot, and with my heat,
Melt her heart and thaw her cold, cold feet.