Friday, 5 August 2016

A SONNET OF NO NAME . . .


Twisting - tangible all within my grasp . . .   
Mystical - just a mere lisp of a word . . .   
Captured - beheld such liken to a clasp . . .   
Never such a beautiful sound like bard . . .     
Harken - yee cometh into my strong arms . . .    
I yiven you gifts - and bestow yee more . . .   
Cometh ma leof - I will seeth yee no harms . . .   
Oust thy sorrow - cometh in clos’ the door . . .
Settled ma lass - I mea’ yee no alarm . . .   
Oft fine table - for you - all yee can eat . . .     
I yiveth all - In yiveth my most smarm . . .  
Settle ma lass – I yiveth yee na gleet . . .     

Once nigt’ waned - the lass were quite settled . . .
Layeth forth - lass - cometh yiveth yee metal  . . .

a - bb - a    c - dd - c   e - ff- e   gg . . .

10 syllable’s per line . . .

The last and only “Sonnet” to be written by me . . . -_-

Indiana Shaw . . . : )

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