Art & Beauty

    A Sonnet: Sunless Shade

    The Dinner, Marcel Rieder, ca. 1900.

    Hello friends,

    I hope you have been well. Please forgive my relative silence — I’ve been adjusting to a new school system so I haven’t had the time or inspiration to write of late. However, I did want to share with you some exciting news. I received an award in the Youth category of the Maria W. Faust Sonnet Contest for a sonnet I wrote. I have included the poem below for you to read. Let me know your thoughts or questions in the comments below. I love to hear from you.


    Sunless Shade

    How quickly doth the night in drapes draw forth
    All haunting reveries of sunless shade.  
    The mind, a maiden captive from the north, 
    Lets loose a scarlet rope, amid the raid.
    
    The curtains usher in the sound of trees
    Whose slender wrists are seised by arms of gale. 
    Doth he not see this brawl, nor hear the breeze  
    In lonesome sleep beneath the ocean’s veil? 
    
    From depths of inky loch the moon surveys,  
    Her waxen face, a kiln of cosmic art, 
    Her ashen robes descend on crystal waves,
    A wily nymph whose lips will not impart.
    
    When night in pall enfolds the somber shore,
    Is light or shade what he perceives no more? 

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