Recalling sting of sudden words unsheathed.
in tear of tears, a gem you saved till last,
just like before our monsters bared their teeth:
to let us dawdle still, forever in our past.
with mended bridges — as it was before,
we searched direction and the sky was vast:
digesting the disasters of divorce;
From tears that germinate in ice-cold wine
I found in you: my songs, my wells of force;
we were like oaks and let our roots entwine
rekindled love again in bluebells’ freeze
with darkness lurking deep among the pines.
Your trembling voice was soaked in smothered pleas:
in summer’s knell: a quiver in the breeze.
So I tie up my sonnet corona, with this made out of the last lines of the all the other sonnets. I had to change them a little to make some sense, and I would definitely need to work with the whole series a lot more. This is something I will do at some point, but right now I need a rest from sonnets, as I’m sure you all do as well. I will link this one up to Tuesday platform at toads.
Preceding sonnets can be found here: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, The emptiness of brine, Of carnivores and feeble frills, Silver filigree, Your words: perfume, A pair of crows, The poison spell and My platform tomb.
April 27, 2015