After I had an attempt at that Shakespearean sonnet the other week, I read about Petrarchan sonnets, read that they were more complex to write, in English, than Shakespearean sonnets.
So, I chanced my arm. I wrote this as a more traditional love poem, and that itself is way out of my comfort zone, let alone the structure. I’ve also found several nuances with things like theme, rhyme scheme etc. The obvious ones I followed, but I’m sure there are sublteties I missed out on. Meh.
Someone suggested I give this to Mrs Bump for christmas. But I don’t want her keeling her over just yet – she still has her uses!
Doubt if I’ll write any more sonnets, but I said that last time.
Your beauty strikes, like spring bouquets, adored,
Compelling mix, the weave of practiced hand,
How could I feign indifference and withstand?
Spread radiance on the wind with every spore.
Each time we meet, you tempt me even more,
Each fragrant bloom ignites at your command,
Your scent bids me accede to your demand,
Each parting, I yearn for your next encore.
Our paths, tight intertwined, can never part,
My ally as we’ll wend our way back home,
A symphony, or masterpiece of art,
A David, or a Percy Shelley tome,
Your nectar sweetens each beat of my heart,
‘Til winter storms confirm that summer’s done.