My Mistress' Eyes

A Cover of Shakespeare

By Michael T. Smith

My mistress’ eyes on black morn darker be

than the sun amid versed tragedy.

And beneath her eyes are deeply entrenched

sad memories with tears sordidly drenched

Her voice is not of songbird’s melody

but like a crow call trying to be ‘Frenched’

While words of hers change like a wanton sea

Below hair like gulf weed itself had clenched

Her kiss the taste of strawberries shan’t know,

But be of her own taste, something discrete   

And her gait may be such as drunkards go -

Of stomp and stumble on unsoundly feet 

But of her faults – as you may see – to I

None, but parts of aged love do descry.

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Michael T. Smith is an Associate Professor of English who teaches both writing and film courses. He has published roughly 300 pieces (poetry and prose) in over 100 different journals.