For NaPoWriMo Day 15, the prompt is:
“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own dramatic monologue. It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare, of course, but try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker. . .”
Kind of just used Browning’s poem for this, and ignored most of the monologue bit. “My Last Duchess,” by Robert Browning.
Browning’s last Duchess, a smile illuminates well,
Her cheerful words, her eyes glimmer bright, but —
Most would think, the duke at her offed; she fell —
From grace, honour tainted in death for but,
Smiling, cheeks roses sweet blooms praised.
Eyes lustrous, though she reviles his lust —
For an heir, for her each breath, so she gazed.
Drowning in the time others braved, didn’t steal.
Short death revealed a pale Duchess life-raised.
Who rolled eyes at Duke’s pleas; he gasped, blood congealed.
Poison breeds poison, a last Duchess seethed.
His fortune, grins meet; two last Duchess‘ breathe.
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