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Sonnet for Shakespeare

written by: Martin Brown

@MartinBWriter

 

Dear William S, thou knowest not my name,
Though I’ve known thine a multitude of years.
I don’t deny thy influence nor fame
But there’s a disagreement twixt mine peers.
I have become a laughing stock it seems
Fair play to those who come to your defense
But they are unaware of my dark schemes.
My motivations will be clearer hence,
Much clearer than the shadows, which are dreams.
If I were stranded on a desert isle
Or even in a dungeon in yon town
The books I’d want would make me think and smile
I’d take all I could find by Martin Brown.
And while my fellow scribes all ponder life
I’m off to scoff some quince and tup the wife.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This sonnet was inspired by a stream of abuse I received after daring to post in a couple of places that I thought Shakespeare may be a little irrelevant in 2016. Whether or not I was being serious, it certainly provoked a lot of people to express their opinions, exactly what I was looking for!

Martin Brown

Martin Brown

I love writing, pure and simple. I write first for myseIf, but, having completed an article, story, poem or book, if I find that other people are also entertained by it, imagine my sense of happiness.

When I am writing I try to make people think about topics, some serious and some not so serious, a mix of humour, social observation, political opinions. I try to write in a way that is both amusing and, in some way thought provoking, useful or educational.

I am a very happy, positive person. When I see a problem that I can help with, I make myself available. I co-founded a charity in Uganda, Infancia Uganda, three years ago to help and support children and women in a village there.

My hobbies are observing people, sport, music, travel and music, a lot of music.
Martin Brown

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