Lord! What fools these mortals be

Lord! What fools these mortals be

A Poem by Helen Woodward


(Playing with a line from Shakespeare's...'A Midsummer Night's Dream’)



Heat a flame from loins prepared

Boldly she admits she cared

But suffer for their truth they must…

In purple haze of light and trust…

One fine day they’ll no doubt see

What utter fools these mortals be…


His sweet words and sighs come sailing

On orange blossom breezes wailing

A marriage destined in the lair

They offer the exact same prayer

For God in all his power and might

To cleanse this union’s sorry plight

Self-control no longer free

Lord what fools these mortals be…


The black of night awaits each day

As depth of love survives the fray

No discomfort between them now

God’s imprint steady on her brow

Each in solitary greed

Libidos whisper want and need…


The cold will cast no burdens thought

As in their hollow web they’re caught

All the while their life’s ambition

The boudoir closeness, their condition

Love becomes a huge production

Open mouth‘s in clear seduction…


She speaks his name with joyous tone

Sits by her window thinking...alone

Allowing the zephyr to soothe her limbs

So much heat…she remembers him

The tide in waves still comes and goes

Their love a raging river flows

And should a granted wish be free?


Oh Lord what fools these mortals be…



© 2014 Helen Woodward



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Are we fools to want love, how foolish are we to fall in love again after it broke our heart the last time we fell. But in the end love is a saving grace and the greatest purpose we can have in life. It can be dangerous but worth the risk.

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