Sonnet: Rhymes first, poem second: Shakespearean
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
Title: The Spear Not Shaken
I know your voice; your words are passing Sweet.
They cloy the throat and summon hordes of Flies
The courtiers consider you a Treat;
They cannot tell veracity from Lies.
Oh, Laura! I'd not interrupt your Course,
Nor dissuade others who would hear you Speak!
Go on, my dear! Spread gossip 'til you're Hoarse
Connive away in strength! Let me seem Weak.
But caution, lady! Fangs hide 'neath my Smile;
So as you from your downfall draw your Loans,
Remember I can see you all the While
And in the end, I'll tread upon your Bones...
And you'll deserve your dying gasp of Fear
For you thought wrongly! Ne'er disdain my Spear.
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Comments (3 so far!)
Oh absolutely intentional, ever since I first wrote out the plain rhyme scheme with no lines attached. I thought the title worked OK too. :D Based on the last line I can sort of reconstruct a scenario to explain this tirade's backstory.
- #1472 Posted 6 years ago
Oh, Lor'! I had forgotten to provide the title. I will do so now, atop the sonnet.
- #2415 Posted 6 years ago
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Ai what wickedness lies here? 'Tis perhaps sinful, perhaps murderous, but most foul? Ne'er. This one grew on me after a couple of readings. I do have some questions: Why the bold words? Shakespeare, as bawdy a pervert as there ever was one (and whom I have the utmost respect for), often had a sexual subtext or innuendo in much of his work. So the final word, that final spear, makes me think of flesh rather than steel. Intentional or no?