Poetry, I do suppose,

Is feeling molded into prose.
A metaphor or simile
And there you have it: poetry.

March 15, 2011

Ides of March

This is a short poem I wrote today about the assassination of Julius Caesar on March 15, 44 B.C.

On marble steps stained deep and dark
The senate slew Rome’s patriarch,
Stabbed as if within a play
Beneath the theater’s arch.
Oh, rue the day!
“Et tu, Brute?”
Beware the Ides of March!

Rhyme scheme: AABCBBC


Peter Goulding said...


Nicholas said...

Yes, I messed that up, haha! Thanks, Peter!

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