Welcome back. I’m slowly getting back to “normal” over here. Zero sonnets written in August, three in September and four in October. I’m still waiting on my muse for November. I still have a few days left.
Today’s selection is a Crybin Variant Petrarchan, ABBACDDC EFGEFG. One thing I noticed the other day, when I decided this would be my next post, was that this one’s Volta is a line early. That the turn comes within the Octect, I’ll consider as an optimistic foreshadowing.
The Velvet Rope #253 The velvet rope that now is rusted steel, That once was supple, and was freely held, Now creaks with prison cadence, now compelled I sit and see no end to this ordeal. Though wrists and ankles chafed, as is my heart, And all the world oblivious to know The future joy it seems I must forego. Yet tunnel's end, though far, can joy impart. If, as they say, the world is but a stage Though but an actor, I still choose my lines. For in the end, the pen is in my hand And ever I've the choice to disengage From all the woe that seemingly confines Me to a fate that none else understand. Frank Garnick © Copyright The Archer's March 25 May 2023
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Nice - as usual. Keep them coming please.