Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Romeo & Juliet(subtitle: Blue & Kona)
This powerful and compelling tale has been playing itself out in my world this week.
"Juliet" lives bext door and her family does not approve of her relationship with my aging "Romeo".
The lovestruck Romeo and the adorable young Juliet have been carrying out their star struck courtship in my back yard.
Our cast of characters
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
"Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here
Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her,
But Romeo may not."
Juliet:My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Romeo:See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
"O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright"
Juliet:O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Romeo:O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
You kiss by the book.
We interupt this sad tale with a modern day update:
The fair maiden Kona was taken away to live the remaining weeks of her romantic "phase" in a kennel.
Blue dreams of what might have been.
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Posted by Indie at 11:01 PM