Here is an imagined dialogue between Puck and Ariel; an excuse to try and play stylistically after Shakespeare. I remember having a great deal of fun doing this…
Hail fellow well met….
how fayres you this humid day
when vapors calm bestill the air?
… … old friend of mine
of good cheer yet, am I
Puck, how com’st you to this point?
despite all the vapors ‘neath Mother’s skirt
with which apron strings
dost the world silently to throttle
have in my sack
a fine and hearty, little, bottle
what say we drinkst of grape
brought from warmer climes
to temper our tongues with sweeter words?
Puck ’tis most welcome gest
for ever onward must we quest
Salut! then oh faithful sprite
to make some hay
before end of night
loss is theirs and not of me
shall’st we take some shade
‘neath yonder winsome, willow tree?
aye, Puck a thought most tender
a friend as you
doth make this heart, wide to render
tell me sprite what things hast seen
in your travels to the in between?
on Orion’s noble belt
He carries starlight
and cosmic pelts
for hunter most persistent He
and plucketh fruit from off the tree
and, in His magic sac
has now full set of jewels pac’k
shine they most awesome bright
use them will’st He,
to bring some light
Oh belov’d sprite,
thou bringst me much delight!
for news as this is a salve quite fair
a gift from out the very air
breath as this brings taste to wine
to speak of cosmic and divine
for deeds most gruesome petty
have been sailing to this jetty
a pinch of stardust is now overdue
what say we make some me and you?
Aye let’s get the golden bowl
to add some sparkle and some dew
mix it with a snowy owl
and a leaf of fevers few
drop within some martyr’s blood
and stop the tears which seek to flood
stir it well some humours to create
and hope that ’tis not too late
Sprite now pour into the cup
and from it both shall we sup….
Karma’s cup is its name
Sangraal is its mortal fame
to sip of such as this will fly
and ne’er again will have to die… ….