Love’s labour’s lost which seeks home out of place:an unswept hearth, a heart as black as coal.It rather should burn steadily, keeping pacewith kindred spirits, render true hearts whole Love’s labour’s patient, understanding, kindseeks not to self-aggrandise, or deceive;seeks rather to spread light, though it be blind:Love’s lantern light shines that we might receive Its... Continue Reading →
This Spring into Summer has me hangingas if to say, 'Wait - we're not quite there yet!'Long days of rain, holed up in my room singingI have endured, shunning the cold and wet and on days when the bright sea looks invitingI've shivered by the shore bewilderedby those brave souls who think nothing of divinginto... Continue Reading →
I have witnessed the transition from Spring into Summer in several different locations. In the UK, the saying goes, Ne'er cast a clout, till May is out. ('Don't take your (winter) clothes off until May is over.') In Catalunya, it's Pel maig cada dia un raig ('In May, every day a ray' - but the... Continue Reading →
'Twas May Day when the workers did arisedemanding freedom with a single voice;they shook their leaders, took them by surprise;the leaders then were forced to make a choiceand so they promised freedom and rewardand won the trust of workers far and widebut then they charged with bloody pointed sword:the workers ran and scattered, where to... Continue Reading →
Both heels of his palms, this Easter, held redpunctures; Caesar’s crest, grace and pardon.He gifted his wrists to his pockets and bledblooms, like the roses in a Roman garden. From the terrace she watched the pageant unfold:Bowered petals showered the crowd in the streetand lovers, on scooters, cheered and threw goldand blue powder; dust from... Continue Reading →
At Easter time I first did meet my loveShe came to me one night when it was springDescended, so it seemed, from high aboveShe sang a song that she alone could sing At first my mind was riven, filled with fearMy feelings clouded by a troubled mindBut then her love it shone so bright and... Continue Reading →
How could you think of Easter without eggs?Shiny, foil-wrapped, hidden around the garden,small girls in nighties with their sturdy legsand boys in jammies, seeking, ardent?And boiled eggs, with their brightly painted shellswaiting for you to crack them. Inside, white and gold,like spring itself - blossom and daffodils.Winter is suddenly something we can holdand crack wide open.... Continue Reading →
We seek a Saviour in these troubled timesto lead us to some fabled promised landwe bind our hearts, wrap up our dreams as rhymesare scattered like so many grains of sand upon the windy beach, where yet we waitfor spring tides swell and rise to ease our painand search the far horizon, always lateto reach... Continue Reading →
You may recall that this Valentine's Day, I hosted a Sonnet Sunday here on Experiments in Fiction. This was a celebration of love in sonnet form. I asked you to write a traditional, Shakespearian sonnet on the theme of love and share it with me. This was such a fun event that I have decided... Continue Reading →
Special thanks to Sarah Connor and Jane Dougherty for this uniquely wonderful gastronomical sonnet, composed on the spur of the moment via a Twitter exchange: Shall I compare thee to a hot pork pie?No ta, nor neither steak and kidney, please.And yet the scent of gravy flutters byWith sweet effluves of pale green mushy peas.I... Continue Reading →
