That I would be cast headlong in a flood
and swept to thither yon by waves and tides
would a more gentle Fate prefer. Love rides
a swifter past than all we whispered good.
Your whims were once but that. But now I see
more jagged ice afloat in this cold hell
than all the northern sailors would, pray tell;
Their arctic ventures distant shores to lee.
Feign not your worry, Love. I'll leave now. Sent
by winds that tear the sails of what I'd hoped
would compensate for dreams had we eloped.
Alas, my heart bedecked all bruised and bent.
But nigh the night has come my life now hurled-
A plaything in a mad tempest, twice twirled
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4 comments:
powerful words
troubling
beautiful
like you
&
this is a response to a challenge
on Kirby's blog to write a Shakespearean sonnet
....
cool!
i was wondering if you had written it
maybe "cool!" is not the right word
to describe the sentiments expressed in your sonnet
(or maybe it is, after all, appropriate to the ice flows)
either way i admire your writing
which is worth a second and third read
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