Flash Friday Fiction: Poor Dead Bard (The Tempest)

Flash Friday Fiction - Word Prompt – Freedom - 150 words +/- 10

Poor Dead Bard (The Tempest)

by WEGoss2

Alas, he turns in his grave, poor dead bard.

Powerful in magic is Caliban.

Who found necessity to know the tempest;

Untie the virgin’s knot. The virgin’s knot

held in the tainted hag-seed Caliban.

Seeking lost virgin magic, self disguised

to a groveled, humbled apprenticeship.

Having the wand, books, a mother’s magic,

He learns to curse a spell in simple words,

a contradiction against Prospero.

In his reality, his bride looks towards

the sea. Longing for her prince, she sees he.

No form, no substance, no memories of,

no passion, no touch, no virgin knot tied

in the unfelt freedom of Caliban.

Having the book, wand, mother’s lost magic;

Prospero did leave the land and he. Yet,

freedom is in sovereignty. Unknown

little imagined Calibans exist in

thoughts as an untouchable, tempest vision.

Mighty tempests often blow in magic.

Self made books, wand; a mother’s demi-whelp

finds small words that Prospero contradicts,

“Freedom is found in mind, brute Caliban.”