“Let’s mend the bridges – make it as before”,
it’s said, it’s out and seconds sway; your eyes
suspicious; silence spilled upon the floor
in whisper as of ghosts, a thought disguised
if just your gaze would rest: your head could nod
affirm or smile or even hand me lies.
But minutes pass — I iterate my frauds,
the vice not even promises can hide
and in your eyes the icicles won’t thaw.
Two halves — a ship, a shore our rope untied
I know it’s time to leave, to raise the masts
a scripted end when ink will kill my pride.
But as I grab the pen you look aghast
we seek direction and the sky is vast.
Today Karin want’s us to ponder halves at toads, and that fitted quite well to my narrative of my sonnet corona (that I have decided to make a double). Hope this fits the prompt.
Previous sonnets: Bluebells, The tear of tears, Before the monsters, When we had built a nest and “Let’s mend the bridges“.
9 sonnets to go.
April 19, 2015