In tears that germinate in ice-cold wine
you sought my mistress in the shadow’s dance
a demon born from absence and decline
of constant confirmations of romance.
When kisses were forgotten for finance
you sought another reason, not in bills
and in my eyes you sought a wicked glance,
affirming that I searched for other thrills.
“I’m not just ornaments and feeble frills”,
and suddenly creations of your mind
were present in our room I felt the chill
of carnivores and beasts — I had been blind.
You’re still my perfume-tiger, blazing source
I’ve found in you: my songs, my wells of force.
Tiger by Franz Marc
Today Kenia gives a formula of a love poem at Toads, and I thought that my 9th installment of my sonnet crown would suffice. Of course a sonnet have rhymes (this time Spenserian rhyme-scheme) and meter, there is for sure an obstacle, and the some imagery and mystery, brevity is maybe less, but a sonnet is not that long either, so I hope it fits the bill.
Previous sonnets: Bluebells, The tear of tears, Before the monsters, When we had built a nest, Let’s mend the bridges, Your icicles, Our highway through the sky and The emptiness of brine.
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April 22 2015
Oh, glad they recovered the romance after all.
the romance is still retained,
Nice one
much love…
“I’ve found in you: my songs, my wells of force.” Who wouldn’t love to have that said of them? mmmmm
To me this is a wicked tale, there is just something in the rhymes that makes me think of two predators, of two enamoured wolves returning from a hunt on the opposites sides of the forest.
It does! It fits the challenge! I was never able to write a sonne, I have deep respect and admiration for people who can write them. And this is so beautiful! Thanks for participating. :*
desire still remains, but still that sense of distrust. The predatory animals work perfectly for that. Nicely done! And just a grammatical point if you don’t mind: Fourth last line, I believe, should begin with “were” instead of “was”, as it refers back to creations rather than mind.
Ah.. yes one of my favorite grammatical errors.. I hate when I do it.. thank you for pointing it out.
no problem…and please do point out any errors you see in any of my works too!
Good .. I will 🙂
When it comes to love there is an element of holding back a little to make it sustaining. You’ve done it very well with the sonnet, Bjorn!
Hank
Like Kenia, I respect a sonnet and rhyme writer! Love should trill off the tongue.
“I felt the chill of carnivores and beasts – I had been blind.” Powerful writing, your sonnet series is absolutely breathtaking, Bjorn. I am really enjoying them.
What an amazing sonnet…! 😀
Awe-inspiring 😀
Much respect for your talent and I loved the twist at the end.
Rawr.
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This is of a raw and wild love…I like it! 🙂
A beautiful capture of the form and love the passion in this. In love we can’t play all our cards at once. 🙂
perfume-tiger- what a great line ~
Yeah… what the imagination is capable of, and what happens if we share. Rawr is right!
Hi Bjorn–great job! (I’m sorry to be too bleary to give a more meaningful comment.) You are doing very well with your sonnets. k.
This is the perfect prompt for a sonnet (I have one brewing) so I came over with great anticipation. I’m with Grapeling on the ‘perfume-tiger’ – I love the solidity of the final couplet.
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