Shall I compare thee, or shall I just write
Oh my demon, summer died as you drove
A plague of words
As black and dark as night
Through my heart and through my head. Words you wove -
Yes you did - with a tongue so slick and sweet
My world held neither shadows nor delight
Nought but bloody threads
Spilling your own neat
Hell upon darkened pages of my life
But my torment is not your tapestry of text
Nor ink-smudged tears dried long upon my face
Tis but the fear that
You will set me free -
So let dead summers sink without a trace
Let words plague every corner, every part
My demon stitch the small world of my heart.
Much as I adore simplicity, there is no way I could compete with Helen's poem, Truths, so I thought why not go to the other extreme! Everyone should have a go at writing a sonnet, with the reversal et al. at some stage of their life. One could say this sonnet is a little more textured than a traditional sonnet, but only a little, and it was great fun to write.
A..J. Ponder
I've never written a sonnet but might have to give it a go!
ReplyDeleteI really liked this Alicia! I particularly like the way you played with the line breaks.
ReplyDeleteSarah, absolutely. I look forward to reading it.
ReplyDeleteAnd Kathleen - I really appreciated your comment - making those line breaks was a tough decision after going to all the trouble to create a sonnet, so it's reassuring that someone else can see why.