in sass and moxie lies a tempting flair
a velvet shadow in the burning sun
a shore-side light-house, lit to ships ensnare
and laughing afterwards you always run
your voice is laced with ash of cigarettes
your sweat is thick and dark with motor-oil
and in the sunset tracks there’s no regrets
forever hunting for unbroken soil
on moonlit highways you are burning miles
toward a flaming exit from your dreams
toward the blossom of your mother’s smile
forgetting purple bruises and her screams
cause deep within there’s still a little girl
in periwinkle dance, in bare-foot swirl
Today Tony learn talks about rhymes at dVerse MTB, and more specifically Shakesperean rhyming of his sonnets (Happy belated birthday Will). The wonderful picture from Visdare provided an added inspiration (maybe a modern dark lady).
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Very well done Bjorn. I liked you used the word ‘moxie’, one of my favorites. >KB
A very good word… Thank you KA.. hope you write a sonnet today.
It’s not my style and I don’t think it’s going to happen, today sorry, but I’m up all night will probably crash somewhere around 8 AM and sleep till 3 or 4. I’ve gotten 5 pieces done this evewning including my May Day-Lenin poem that I posted–which no one seems to appreciate the wry humor or history or both. Best>KB
I’ll head over and take a look.. may-day is a red day here anyway..
I love the word ‘moxie’, too…
Great word! >KB
You have to love a Shakespearean sonnet Bjorn, well done. Great image as well.
Image is courtesy of Visdare… a picture prompt you can look into… Angela picks out great inspiring pictures.
This is superb. My how you paint an image with feeling. Enjoyed.
Thank you — yes a sonnet is a nice format to paint portrait..
Well done. ( as usual)
Wow I love the imagery you create, and the picture goes so well with your poem.. I loved it.. wonderful piece 🙂
Thank you – sonnets are fun to sculpture
your voice is laced with ash of cigarettes
your sweat is thick and dark with motor-oil…. love love love this björn… wonderful images and oh love me a good motorbike ride.. i even have a driving licence that allows me to drive but i also have a friend who is in a wheelchair after a motorbike accident…so i never really used it… still rode a lot when i was a teen..and love the freedom…
Thank you – it was such a great picture to start with.. I have never driven a motorcycle but there is such a freedom in a motorcycle – and I think Will would have been riding a motorbike if he lived today.
You had me at sass and moxie and it just continued to grab me from there on out. There’s such freedom associated with motorbikes and you really captured that essence in this.
Thank you 😉 the picture was really inspiring
Shows are on the outside so often does not reflect our inner desires.
We are often at least two persons
seems naughty but nice x
Black ladies are naughty…
Lol black? I thought it was about biker ladies lol
The black lady is a person addressed in some of Shakespeare’s sonnets
Ohhh ” blushes” I missed dthat
Bjorn, Good poem and once again you’ve found the perfect photo to go with it. The young woman is almost one with her cycle.
Susan
Check out Visdare.. That’s where the photo come from. Yet a photo – prompt 😉
Looks like The Bard has company.
Alas not this one 😉
I like you how painted her here :
your voice is laced with ash of cigarettes
your sweat is thick and dark with motor-oil
and in the sunset tracks there’s no regrets
Love the title, sonnet form and picture, smiles ~
Thank you .. this time finding the picture gave it all.. Angela has a knack for finding very good pictures.
I knew you, as a bone fide sonnet weaver, would Ace this prompt; & rock it you did; a tantalizing amalgam of classic form & modern POV. I did OK with the rhyme scheme, but my meter screwed the pooch, mixing da DUM with DUM da often in the same line; like many others out here, knowing how to use meter & foot is still very tricky.
Ah. the meter is really interesting to use.. a little bit like laying a puzzle… 🙂 but this time the picture gave the whole story…
You’ve painted quite the picture of your ‘dark lady’ here.
There are one or two suggestions I could make topolish some of your lines, but the only one that really gave me pause was the third, where the word order is very strange to a native English speaker.
But as I said over at dVerse, your English is way better than my Swedish, which isn’t a great challenge as I know none … smiles.
Ah. yes that was an intentional reverse order… Swedish is less particular here and could use both straight and reverse.. (the correct one is the straight one though).. I will keep it in mind if I rewrite it…
ha. what a cool character you created in her…and i like there is still that little girl in there behind the gruff…she has a bit of the allure for sure of shadows, even with a bit of light in there…
Ah, yes beauty often lies in contrasts I think,
“a velvet shadow in a burning sun” caught me. Very nice, visceral in feel.
Thank you.. Yes such allure in the shadow.
Very descriptive, I imagine she would be fun to hang out with.
Ha, fun but you’ll pick up the ticket I assume…
Perfection! Finding the soft in the sass, the honey in the hard, the light in the dirty dark, and inner heart of gold. You’re awesome!
I hope such inner hearts exist.
This almost made me cry! Seriously! Beautiful write, Björn!!! Beautiful!
Thank you.. I really love to write sonnets.
a modern dark lady indeed….love the couplet.. 🙂
Übercool!
..’forgetting purple bruises and her screams’…a bit of sadness, but I see a strong, independent girl, half girl and half woman…I’ve known one or two…as always, great on the form!
On the move, an outdoor kind is always fascinating! Great sonnet Bjorn!
Hank
Good for her, living her life in the way she wants, pushing the dark aside. I loved your use of language.
so liked the hardness and softness of this
This is a keeper Bjorn. Excellent write.
Oh what wonderful wonderful words Björn, rich with delicious imagery, lovely lovely lovely.
Anna :o]
I can only join the throng BR, this is a wonderful, quirky and powerful Sonnet. You captured the essence of this girl from Angela’s pic. Loved what you did here.
Very cool, and a great voice you have in this!
I had to google Moxie and sass (not sure I got that one right – it seemed to be some sort of language), so I am somewhat lost on reading your poem. I sense the freedom of youth, adventure, and defiance