English 9, Dunn, Macbeth

This project is an extension of an analytical paper about the play Macbeth. By choosing a character a poem was written about Lady Macbeth, Macbeth's wife. It explains the changes Lady Macbeth went through throughout the play. The poem is based on a thesis from the essay. The thesis is Lady Macbeth, the most hyper-sexual and controlling woman grew weaker as the days passed after she came to the realization of what she had done to Duncan. 

The process for writing the poem was simple. I gathered words to describe Lady Macbeth  and her actions, while quoting her at the same time. To get a good sense of a free verse poem, sample poems were researched. Researching free verse poems helped me get a sense of how the poem should look and the rhythm of it.

There were a couple difficulties I encountered while trying to complete this project. One being, I had to use the correct word, as little as possible, and incorporate the quotes into the poem. Even though the poem is free verse, trying to use/find different words to describe what was happening in the play was difficult. 

I am most proud of how the poem turned out. I began to believe the poem wasn’t going to come out well. The turnout of the project was good. Over coming the difficulties of writing this poem was exciting. I’m proud that I got the project finished in a short amount of time and I went through with writing a poem instead of doing something else. I enjoyed writing the poem. 

While watching my other classmates present or glancing at their project I learned a lot. I learn how to interpret the play in many different ways. These different was wouldn’t have been done if it were my project. A lot of thought and time was put towards these projects.  All of the effort put into the project showed through the final product. It was really cool to see everyone else’s ideas and learn in many different ways by many different projects. 

During this project I learned that I could write a poem really well, in a short amount of time. Writing a poem in a short amount of time about a play is hard. Especially if you don’t write poems a lot. Writing this poem made me realize that i’m pretty good at writing poems. I should write them more often. 

Here I’m positioned, 

Alone with nothing in hand in utter silence,

And the only thing that

keeps me company are the

Vivid barriers that change positions every time 

the silence is broken. 

Who am I?

I don’t know what happened to me,

Becoming a man was my goal,

Not having emotions and dealing with regret

Who was I?

Things that broke silence 

Make me cringe

Silence soothed my mind 

Going over my thoughts but then memories

Horrible memories would come 

Into play one by one

Who am I?

Memories when I stated

things such as

“Under my battlements. Come, you spirits

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,

And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full

Of direst cruelty.”

Who was I?

Praying to the spirits seemed to 

Be only right. 

They could grant my wishes,

And change my features

Who am I?

I criticized people,

Just so they could prove me wrong

What did that get me ?

My heart is pounding 

People can hear it

Is it that loud? What’s happened

Who am I?

“My hands are of your color, but I shame , To wear a heart so white.”

I used to be the boss and control things

That was my position. 

The queen that wore the pants of me and

my husbands relationship 

Who was I?

Completing deeds, struggling

Not emotionless, not regret less

Greed is gone, “Naught’s had, all’s spent,

Where our desire is got without content

‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy

Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.”

Who am I?

In this state of depression,

Not talking to anyone,

Seeing things no one else can see,

Not being able to erase the evidence from 

my body parts 

“Here’s the smell of the blood still. 

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. 

Oh, Oh, Oh!"

Who was I?

People are beginning to feel sorry for me,

Saying “I would not have such a heart,

In my boom for the dignity of the whole body”

Who am I?

My heart is pounding faster and faster,

Voices, I hear voices,

They surround this room

Louder and louder they get

I CAN’T take it!

DEATH, death is the only way

I take my knife and plunge it in my stomach

Four times, that’s all it took 

The voices are gone, but i’m not free of regret

What have I done?