From the depths of Hell in summertime
Dante heard his name called
wished he’d misheard.
he always knew it wasn’t enough
to write a description of Hell
to ward off the experience of hell on earth.
I am Dante
I’ve tried to write my way
out of misery
– wished many times
I could have woken up dead –
longer than that Italian moaned his lost love.
(1) This poem was written during a livestream Periscope on 8 June 2016 – in 10 minutes.
(2) The first line was suggested by @shaggydog69 “From the depths of Hell” & @brendyrussell11 “in summertime”.
(3) The scope was both nerve-wracking & fun.