Sonnets!

Shakespearean

When We Wake

The mother wrung her hands against themselves
And stilled her heart amid the mid-day air.
Too soon would dust be found upon the shelves;
Time would leave it still, no finger print there.
Remember June, when his hair was so long…
She sees his face now clearer than before.
It stirs within her breast an angry song:
It lives, it breathes, swells, it rattles; endure.
While father talks to the neighbors downstairs
Then hides himself in his study all night.
He writes two hundred times: “the Lord still cares”.
But, all is wrong. It suffocates His right.

The years pass by, each with its own shadow
Of what they should see; the boy they still know.


Petrarchan

Red Monster

This is the way it’s meant to be: with time
All the edges are blunted; in this place
Only a change in the weather’s sublime,
Instead of tasting the wind on your face.
When the red monster shed his fur that day
He felt the coolness of his blue, ripe skin.
Was it grief that sent redemption away,
Grief for the miles he has never been?

So daybreak took a bow and stood at bay,
Signaling the shot; and, now, to begin.
But where to go, if not the hollow cave?
Never did he anticipate this stay
In a corner of a world now shaken
Enough for monsters, emerged, to be brave.