In frantic summer urge, insane with bloom
when teared in drizzle, hand in hand we meet
this evening, kissed in tangerine, not gloom
your hair is wilderness, your eyes not sweet
but hard, resolved to challenge storms, to fight
the burdens laid in layers, greed of darkness, dread
of airless rooms and scent of mildew nights.
You’re flint and feathers, and your breath is red.
We cross the river, walk on glass, and spilled
as ink on parchment, words unwritten, blotched
our tears are grains of sand, it’s time to still
the night, to settle scores with stars and watch
our dreams to steady into weightless thoughts
It’s time to borrow time, to find what’s sought.
I needed to write a sonnet, where the meter is steady for Victoria’s prompt at dVerse. I wanted the pentameter and the almost love poem form be contrasted with some surrealism… hmmm
June 17, 2016