Henry

 Henry

 

Bearded and bow-tied,

from his portrait on the library wall,

Henry surveys his collection

begun in the ‘30s, continuing today..

and finds it good:

comfortable and at home,

rubbing shoulders with Garrick and Macbeth,

with Juliet and Falstaff

and the various incarnations

of the man of the hour—

William Shakespeare.

 

 

Painting

 

A scene from a horror flick—

three creepy women

presiding over a pot of writhing souls,

pointing gnarled and knotty fingers

at their latest apparition:

the arm-ed head of Macbeth’s rival.