My first attempt at a Shakespearean/Elizabethan style (or any style) sonnet. Just thought I’d explore some traditional forms of poetry a little.
If I am to be what I cannot be, and only play the role that I am asked, then I would rather that I be not seen, and allow this moment instead to pass. But in the stars in the jeweled heavens, and in the sun and moon that never meet, I have found company in my treason, and silent vigil o’er my heart they keep. Though would I not rather embrace the moon! And there in her light whilst defying Fate, as when an August evening wove its rune, I’d kindle passion and its yearnings sate; But I am to be nothing more than this – a sun in shadow, who longs for your kiss.
Beautiful! I love your writing – it is so drippy and full of angst in a dark passion that feels warm like a romantic warm wind surrounding a cool stone at waters edge.
Thanks. It’s a dangerous thing to bare the soul.
It truly is, but somebody has to do it otherwise we wouldn’t know that they existed.
This is great. Nice smatterings of dark beauty throughout. Always good to experiment with traditional forms.
Thanks. I try to write what I want to read. Good advice I got sometime ago. 😉
Lovely and successful Shakespearan effort. It was a pleasure to read; thank you!