Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones

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Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones

“Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare,
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And cursed be he that moves my bones.”


How often did I studiously fail

to untangle your brier patch of words.

Encouraged by my teachers to prevail

in setting free the frustrated songbirds,

so that their melody could swell the heart

of English folk's rich tapestry of life,

and each actor could undertake the part

of king or fool in comedy or strife.


Four hundred years have passed and here I stand

upon your simple worn and trampled stones

and read the curse you placed upon the hand

who would dare take away your buried bones.

In that poetic threat I see at last

the future reaching back to touch the past.

400th anniversaryCurseShakespeare's DeathShakespeare's Graveshakespearean Sonnet

◄ This Is England

Sun Bleached Bones ►


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Ian Whiteley

Sun 1st May 2016 19:38

cheers Ray - I appreciate t your comments

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Wed 27th Apr 2016 21:13

Very persuasive in a strong form - great confidence coming through and it shows the wonder of a sonnet and how powerful the message can be.


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Ian Whiteley

Tue 26th Apr 2016 17:12

I really appreciate the 'likes' and all your comments - many thanks for taking the time to do so

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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 23rd Apr 2016 19:22

Really good to see you on form here Ian.

Hope you are well.


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Martin Elder

Sat 23rd Apr 2016 18:08

This is truly a great piece Ian. Love it

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Harry O'Neill

Fri 22nd Apr 2016 22:11

Nicely separated sonnet, Ian.

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Stu Buck

Fri 22nd Apr 2016 18:42

wonderful ian. a fine sonnet and a fine tribute. did you happen to see the documentary they made about his tomb a while back on ch4? it was fascinating, ultimately frustrating but brilliant tv (and how often can you say that). love the last line here, it rounds the piece off nicely and i especially enjoy the journey from your schooldays to something more philosophically timely.

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