"Hamlet, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern" by H.C. Selous‘An Ode to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern’ by James A. Tweedie The Society April 30, 2019 Culture, Humor, Performing Arts, Poetry 3 Comments An Ode to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern 50 Years Later A Poetic Summary of Tom Stoppard’s Award-Winning Play As Seen Through the Eyes of Its Two Leading Characters Says Rosencrantz to Guildenstern, “I fear dear Hamlet’s lost his mind.” Says Guildenstern to Rosencrantz, “He says he’s locked up, chained, confined Within a prison without walls, the whole of Denmark is his gaol.” Says Rosencrantz, “He proffers only feigned insanity as bail, “As if deceit and guile could e’er assuage his father’s cruel death! “Or re-inspire his ghostly, disembodied, spectral form with breath!” “And yet,” says Guildenstern, “the King who wears the stolen crown seems more “Inclined to melancholia than e’en the Prince of Elsinore.” “And as for us,” says Rosencrantz, “we play the part of ‘go-betweens’ “For King and Queen, and old Polonius, while using ev’ry means “At our disposal to provide a bit of comical relief “And breathe some levity and life into a play that’s filled with grief, “Depression, fratricide, and graveyard skulls, a ghost, revenge, despair, “And bloodied bodies, dead and dying, lying nearly ev’ry where!” “Dear Rosencrantz,” says Guildenstern, “I fear we are expendable, “And only serve to make the brooding Hamlet seem commendable; “Mere functionaries, as it were, to fill the play with idle verse “While adding little to the plot except for pointless banter, terse “And, in the end, entirely forgettable.” “Indeed, ‘tis true,” Came Rosencrantz’ reply. “There wasn’t anything that we could do “To make a difference. In short, the whole of what we did and said “Is summarized to wit: ‘That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.’” James A. Tweedie is a recently retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He likes to walk on the beach with his wife. He has written and self-published four novels and a collection of short stories. He has several hundred unpublished poems tucked away in drawers. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Jan Darling April 30, 2019 Hugely amusing and a great idea. Thank you Mr Tweedie for introducing my day in such a manner. I shall happily banter my way through the next twenty-four hours. Reply James A. Tweedie April 30, 2019 Jan, I am glad that my poem elicited the word “happily” in your reply. That was more or less the emotion I was attempting to tweak! As I note the otherwise un-deafening response to the poem, I fear I may have overstepped and strayed too far into the land of Esoterica. Reply James Sale May 1, 2019 Not at all James – very enjoyable indeed, and it made me smile, especially the inevitability of that last line! Great! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.