In honour and celebration of Shakespeare – short play Sweet Desdemona’s Revenge©

For Shakespeare Everyday

The formerly Sweet Desdemona plots her revenge against her unjust death while remonstrating with a sorry Othello.


It is a deathly night but the aura of a woman’s glow lights the dark

Othello is deeply wrapped in thought while looking at an ethereal Desdemona.


Even in death

Visions of sweet Desdemona

Horrors so deep

Torment me in sleep

Haunt me to weep


You exist still

I am no vision

You lie awake

I am not an illusion


My sleep did make us part

How heavy the heart

Aches from sleep’s heavy act

Where you and I no longer live


It is not sleep that did the act

But the thoughts you did impart

And heavy act thy did execute

Smother breath in my heavy heart


Live not this time before

But in this present law

Live in our heavenly glory

To see you here before me

Our love endures a story

Where death returns life


Alas it is not me you see

But that which only time

On earth can again alter

Do you forget your crime?


My sweet Desdemona


Address me no more thus


I do not forget my crime

I laid my trust in honesty

Too false even for betrayal


The calm that woke me from my tempest

Now feels less than tranquil

Leaves me less than content

I do not follow the path of repent

But forever flower faith in love


Mention not the word

That runs rivers into drought

Had I married Othello

But fate made me marry my father

Thy faith in me was of equal measure

And as fickle as intemperate weather


Your death didst demand debt

And my own life’s end I did let


You died for office Othello

like my father Brabantio

You presided upon many words

of thy trusted dishonest Iago


Mention this not for I feel

fear of losing virtuous Desdemona

was my achilles heel

Suspicions cast by my alien persona

Made me call upon proof

from a wretched handkerchief


This memory I do constantly loan

The napkin I used to wipe thy brow

Did fall upon the floor

And you made me let it alone


If the matter could but alter

without a wise woman I did falter


Unspoken jealousy in high rations

Caused your murderous passions

Your kisses were rife

Before you took my life

Defend not thy deathly deed

Know thy has sown the seed

to make our virtues a vice

I, nor women will bear the name

of crimes against womanhood

Virtuous women will now aim

to alter designs of sisterhood


Fall not into this obdurate way

Let tender words forgiveness pray

Let not manly ignorance fall

to serve revenge’s enthrall


I seek not the heat of revenge

But to be freed from a deed

made to make me meek and strange

Nothing else I shall ever concede


Think our love did fight

against such striking odds

Now so blind in sight

I am left to call upon the gods


The gods did sit upon the side


Our love fought and lost against an age

Tossed aside to live as words on a page

Now it is left to wander till the day

when love can again make its way


Until this day Desdemona

May I wanderlust

Seek fulfilment

And find none

Repent I must

My words do haunt me

That my disports corrupt and taint my business

Let housewives make a skillet of my helm

And all indign and base adversities

Make head against my estimations


Thy will no longer have the last word

I will only wait

for the true love of Othello

If love can fully grow

and not rest upon a tale

Let love be

Forever on the rise today

Tomorrow let love rise again

Soar above the love of yesterday

But love must accord thee balance

Melodies of discord invite silence

Otherwise let no woman fall

for any gentlemanly enthrall

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A play: Sweet Desdemona’s revenge©


Death could not dispense

Othello freedom

from crimes against

Sweet Desdemona

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