In Prospero’s Cave

My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Liminal– #writephoto


The sea mounted to the welkin’s cheek

And brought a prince called Ferdinand,

Shipwrecked and lost on foreign sand,

Subject to Prospero’s command,

A spirit in Miranda’s eyes:

A thing divine.


Thoughts of Miranda made labour sweet;

She was created of every creature’s best

But saw in herself  unworthiness.

In Prospero’s cave, they played at chess,

Miranda and the king’s son:

A brave new world.


© Kim M. Russell, 2016

In Prosperos Cave




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