Shadow followed. leading us to shadows
deeper, dancing painting dreamscapes deeper
closer to our death, this draught a purple close
reaper’s rattling breath; this gloom a reaper’s.
Fair, was sun on those days before we fared
defeat to darkness, when farewells, defeat,
were whispered into voids of parting, where
meat decaying, parts with bone, again we meet
soulless shadows threadbare dressed, on soles
too thin for concrete in our death dance – two
roles inside the reaper’s play, in our roles
you are my shadow, grave bound soon; you
turn towards the dawn as the shadows turn,
burn the twilight, life returns, again we burn.
Today we are truly challenged at dVerse by Laura to write a shadow sonnet where each line both begins and ends with the same word (or a homophone). To do this in pentameter is an extra challenge, and I tried to follow it as closely as I could, though it’s hard to get exactly to ten syllables if you start with a strong syllable as well as keeping up a rhymescheme.
February 10, 2022