Pale faces, followed by rope
Hollowed out canoes glistening
A dreary child's dream, barely listening
It all slips from memories touch, imprisoned by hope
The reflection of the pond calls your name
Like a scene from a Shakespeare play
A ghastly hand penetrates the ripples, wanting to say
"Even the Presbyterian Puritan can rid the shame."
The night chill silences the grove
A vigorous light slices black strips from the mist
The water has been put to rest
Even a stump can resemble a clove
An untruths body can exist
For one mans worst is another's best.
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This is a good sonnet, and mimics the style of Sonnet 14 very much, with the rhymes inside the stanzas instead of ABAB. I also thought it was interesting that you chose to stick to 14 lines, as the original did not.
ReplyDeletePlaying with the sonnet style well, some strange rhymes and interesting imagery. The stump being able to resemble a clove is a nice play. Be careful with adjectives and adverbs they can hinder the progression and force of the lines. wonderful piece.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery of the line, "A vigorous light slices black strips from the mist" really struck me. It's very powerful.
ReplyDelete- K. De Melo