This is the first in a series of 3 sonnets I wrote. The series is called "The Iron Malestrom."
An island sits astride the still, smooth sea,
The air as cool and calm and still as though
‘Twere formed from frozen ice and could not blow
If Neptune did himself heave mightily.
Upon the far horizon came to pass
Colossal clouds, continuing to come
Unyieldingly, and yet, remaining mum,
The air and sea stood still, as smooth as glass.
The island, being such, could not at all
Attempt to move, and so in place it sat
As the grey waves grew tall and then fell flat
Upon its shores and clouds convened to form a pall.
And all stood stock-still in an icy form
Awaiting what would pass – the coming storm.
Sounds great so far! I really enjoy reading your style of poetry. It flows, sounds good to the ear when it is spoken, and remains incredibly sophisticated. Good stuff.
ReplyDeleteWeird rhyme scheme.... ADDACDDCEFEFGG...
ReplyDeletePetrarch's beginning with a Shakespearean end? I have oft seen it the other way.
I like it. The imagery is clear and smooth, making the video in my head play without having to pause over a word... to be honest, this poem is displayed in "HD."
I'm hoping for the next.