It is the season of the heart’s delight
lit by the winds of change in chambers dark
and sinuous corridors wrapped up in night:
somewhere within ignites that fevered spark.
Why do we love? With what sense of restraint?
What absoluteness and what tortured doubt?
Conning the hero’s part, within we faint
displaying not our inner fears without.
No notion nor a thought of holding back
where restless is the night, where fairer day
gives us the sense and clarity we lack
when night’s dim cloak steals reason clean away:
We love, and there’s an end to all debate:
let never love succumb to hollow hate.
© Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved
Happy Sonnet Sunday!
It’s Valentine’s Day: what better time to celebrate the Shakespearian sonnet? However you feel about Valentine’s Day, and the subject of love itself, I invite you to write a sonnet on this theme and share it in the comments below. I will read any sonnets you link up: be sure to read and comment on the work of others if you decide to take part. Please note that this is not a competition, it is just for fun.
If you need advice on the formal structure of the sonnet, you can find out more in my EIF Poetry Challenge post on the same subject. You are also welcome to link up previous posts so long as they fit the form and the theme.
Have fun – and share the love of poetry: Happy Valentine’s ❤️ 🌹 ❤️