Thaw.

Shakespeare has always had my admiration, but he’s earned some extra kudos today, in the wake of my painstaking attempt at writing a traditional English sonnet… (with the theme of Future and some chiasmus thrown in for good measure)

Thaw

 

Thaw.

From shadows uncertain, a wreck you hauled

In spite of the grave that shrouded the eye.

It bore through the teeth so time further stalled

As it tore though the bones whilst age went by.

 

When twenty summers did soften the ill,

And firm dissolved what had dug so intent.

That which was irksome now deadened the chill

with which the preface of life you had spent.

 

I remember the rain had fallen sharp,

The streets cast their echoes with sombre dew.

Your fingers, ice as they prised mine apart,

yet temperate shards pierced the bitter I knew.

 

The ice within is hereafter thawing,

Warming the fire as the fire is warming.

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  1. 27th February 2015 / 7:33 pm

    What fantastic imagery. Shakespeare would be proud! (Love Shakespeare too – he’s been the inspiration for a lot of writing I’ve done in the past).

    • 27th February 2015 / 8:30 pm

      What a lovely compliment, thank you! He’s one of the first writers that really entranced me, such a way with words. 🙂

  2. 27th February 2015 / 7:35 pm

    great closing line. spot-on meter. goooooood work!

    • 27th February 2015 / 8:39 pm

      Thank you! It was going to break me around ten lines in, I’m pleased I trudged through… 🙂

  3. 27th February 2015 / 11:14 pm

    Very enjoyable indeed, well written

  4. 5th March 2015 / 5:58 am

    Beautifully penned :star: Best wishes to you! Aquileana 🙂

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