Reunion Doom, a fair youth sonnet
To Fanny Hawkins (ca 1855 – 1872)
I rushed and beat Demons to the pool
dusking, ready to shield you from the curse.
Let’s run, I begged, till the shadows disperse.
Gloriously clad, unforeseen, wishful
dreaming in the dead of a night cruel.
Uninvited, bearing blueprints and a thirst
for reunited state and golden verse
to hail the devils asking for your mule
and all you could ever have been, now rushing.
There is no deed good to turn the old law.
Your resolve crushed my complaisant flaw,
absolved the knight in the armor lacking.
In the bushes burning, deaf i cower
lest the whip-poor-wills might herald louder.
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This a gorgeous sonnet. The language is a bit old-fashioned. It really feels like she’s really addressing the reader.
Very well crafted!
Thanks for you feedback Linda. You made me realize I confused the reader by dedicating the sonnet to Fanny Hawkins. She is not the voice of the poem, she was the one the fair youth was rushing to save.
I need to do a better a job of giving the right clues.
Regardless, I loved the poem.
I really like the interesting turns of phrases in this sonnet. As Linda says, the language has a timeless feel to it.
Thanks Bill, I was going for a nineteenth century feel, so at least I got that right.
Fanny, this is lovely as all get out.
“In the bushes burning, deaf i cower
lest the whip-poor-wills might herald louder.”
I love:
“and all you could ever have been, now rushing.
There is no deed good to turn the old law.”