what’s whispered from the withered walls – sonnet


hear wisdom whispered from the withered walls
the listless lies to lustfulness that’s lost
your hellish hallows from those hateful doves
infected – nesting similar to ghosts
one day I smoothly smothered you to rest
then tearfully I tore our house apart
but boastfully in bravery your breath
still lingers loathfully and won’t depart
and resonates resentment from our past
to puckishness like yours I pack my bags
and fretfully I’m leaving you in haste
so you can be with friends – those cackling hags
but now I face my final destiny
and I will join you soon my gemini

Copyright Mary Shipman

Copyright Mary Shipman


I had not started to write yet for Friday Fictioneers when this was first up. I am currently in a sonnet mode, and I like the challenge of trying to meet it in exactly 100 words. I also played around with some alliterations..

I will be away for most of the weekend, so I might not be able to come back to your blog until Sunday or Monday.



June 18, 2014

38 responses to “what’s whispered from the withered walls – sonnet

  1. this was so haunting and your use of words, alliterations (I love alliteration) made it more so.
    Very nice. (I enjoy my visits to your space)

  2. You’ve told the story well and quiet poetically. I just wonder if it’s her breast that lingers or her breath? Because I’m having trouble with a lingering breast… Taken literally, it paints a very odd picture.

  3. Bjorn ~
    Glad you are in a sonnet mood – this is a great one! I love the second line. Your story fits the form so well!
    Enjoy your travels…
    Ellespeth

  4. I loved this! I’m not a huge poetry fan but this blew me away, not just the content but the sounds of the words, the alliteration, the rhyme, the rhythm – perfect. The sounds are so clever that even non-English speakers would enjoy hearing this read aloud.
    One tiny typo I think – should ‘linger’ be ‘lingers’?

  5. Just fantastic, Björn! Love the alliteration throughout, and the use of some words that just make it sing… puckish! Love that. Reading it through, a couple of times, the story really takes form.

  6. Loved this, and the alliterations added to the resonance. Well done again, Bjorn.

    Typo alert? Did you mean “your breath lingers” – with an S?

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