AN: Yeah, I'm only posting this to fulfill my half of a deal with blackriddle711 (and my English teacher who is a completely amazing rad (which is a word I never use) guy, joined in and convinced me to post it). It's an English project, but all the same, I loved reading Romeo and Juliet a lot!
So... enjoy?
"The Earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
What is her burying grave, that is her womb" (2.3.9-10)
she used to weave my flowers into crowns
that rested on her chestnut curls
she used to dance barefoot in their courtyard
under a viel of kind sunlight
drifting down from the glowing chariot
that tumbles across my husband, the sky
she used to close her eyes and dream of
another's hand closed over hers,
another heart twirling in synchronzation
across the ground
she used to pretend
she wasn't dancing alone anymore
and he
he used to hate poetry
he used to kick at the tree trunks swelling from my skin
never lost that rebellious streak, did he?
he used to run
tearing through the squares of orchard
in my sweeping skirt
reveling in the rush of blunt wind in his face
and they all used to wonder what he was chasing
sunlight and sweets, his parents scoffed
girls, benvolio chuckled
but none of them, not even he
considered he
wasn't chasing, but running away-
not predator
but the prey.
yet the sisters of fate,
their condescending smirks echoed in
the twinkling of stars,
let two threads of life
entangle
i cried out as they cackled yet all we could do was
sit back
relax
and enjoy
the tradgedy of romeo and juliet
yes
maybe they were a montague and a capulet
maybe they were born to be rivals
opposite sides of families' feud
but
how long will it take this city to realize
they're all my children, a single family,
the family of mother nature
?
she found her dance partner
it just wasn't whom she'd suspected—
romeo, romeo, wherefore art he romeo?
she smiled up at the stars
misinterpreting their intentions
for she had met her
soulmate
they were meant to be. of this she was sure
after merely a kiss
and a sonnet
from the first night she would do anything for him
and he finally met his hunter
it just wasn't whom he'd suspected
after all, he'd never loved anyone before this
no,
no one like juliet
and it wasn't until a poor apothecary
took his coins with trembling fingers
that he realized
love was simply an agent of fate
and romeo
simply a puppet
for you see, he was running away
from the same thing all do:
the gnarled clutch of death
the one that plucks my children away from me
closes its hand around them and poof! like magic they disappear
yet his true hunter
was the one
who made him turn around and walk boldly into its palm
himself