Sharp
The Call: At Sword Point — Cheryl
LAERTES Have at your now!
In scuffling they change rapiers, [and both are wounded].
KING Part them. They are incensed.
HAMLET Nay, come—again! [The QUEEN falls.]
OSRIC Look to the queen there, ho!
HORATIO They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?
OSRIC How is’t, Laertes?
LAERTES Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric.
I am justly killed with mine own treachery.
— Hamlet, Act V, Scene II by William Shakespeare
The Response: Thorn — Jessica
With thorns this sharp, you would think that the deer would leave my knock-out roses alone. So far this spring they seem to have escaped the ever-present, ravenous deer. I am not too confident that it will last. In the past, they have managed to nibble all the leaves and new shoots off of the bushes.
Oh Hamlet! My favorite!!
I love those swords too and the lay out is really cool with all that white space around them!
The whiteness of that particular thorn is neat. I’ve seen deer in our driveway (and a newborn fawn right next to our front steps), but we don’t seem to have a problem with them eating our flowers (thankfully!).