Every so often I stumble upon a Shakespearean word that makes me think, Man, this should really get some modern-day use. For example, the word empoison.* Say it aloud. Empoison. Now, here's me using it in a Haiku I wrote about going to the American Girl Doll store over the weekend.
The American Girl Doll Store
Big-haired Moms and Dolls
Julie's Bed is over there
Me, here, empoisoned
*"And, truly, I'll devise some honest slanders
To stain my cousin with: one doth not know
How much an ill word may empoison liking."
--Much Ado About Nothing (3.1.84-6)
Or this, my (brief) tale of cooking Thanksgiving dinner for eight last Saturday:
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Stuffing in, turkey out, pink.
Guests leave, empoisoned.
True story.
Wow. I really felt the power--I mean, poison--of that haiku. That was beautiful.
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