She embroiders blossom
on a blackthorn’s bladed barbs,
pricking fingers frozen into claws
her face wet with spit
and spindrift of words
that writhe like water in a weir.
Language is drowned
by the thunder
of gushing water in her ears.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
Kerry says that, since today is the anniversary of Shakespeare’s birth and death, she has delved into the archives to read up on what he had to say about madness… a favoured theme in several plays and poems. She came across an interesting article, for which she has share a link, as well as a few memorable quotes, but they are by no means prescriptive.
Our focus for this prompt is The Mind: those troubles of the brain, shaping fantasies and antic dispositions which make us human.