Tragic Poetry Quotes

“Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?"
Macbeth”
― William Shakespeare

“But who would have thought the old man would have had so much blood in him!”
― William Shakespeare

“How now! Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.”
― William Shakespeare

“The White Falcon by Stewart Stafford

Trampled pomegranate underfoot,
Fervent ascent of anatine steps,
To the alabaster falcon's chamber,
Viperine slither as a king's retinue.

Roman breakage for a concubine,
Stillbirths piled on a spiral staircase,
Skewered tongues spitting smears,
Spurious sparks fanned to an inferno.

Denounced in the toxic public mind,
Cast into a wolf pit by kangaroo court,
Blood money to the Gallic executioner,
Her headless ghost in a centuries' limbo.

© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford