States of Poetry - Poems
'Fake Weather' by Miranda Lello
by Miranda Lello •
(after William Shakespeare, Richard III Act 1, Scene 1)
this winter of our discontent
dead leaves scutter on roads
sad! no one is sadder than me
the sun reports winter as
summer – fake news!
winds carry chill of snow
I won some victories
made crowns of branches
bruised arms stripped bare
fool trees ask the sky for care
stupid! sad! grab what you want
when you cannot prove a lover
fake news! you have determined
me a villain in this my winter
I make great again make bright
this weak piping time of
idle pleasures sportive tricks
was made for me for my shadow
night comes early
dogs bark at me as I halt
I am the saddest
like this breathing world
I am half made built from
drunken prophecies, libels and dreams
Miranda Lello