This is the revised version of a poem I wrote some time ago (outside café-chi). It is now in iambic pentameter, and officially follows the pattern of a Shakespearean Sonnet. I am proud of myself, and where better to show and share then the writing club blog? So, here it is:
Love, after a season
A summer once abided in my heart,
So warm and indescribably serene
A moment weak and ripe for Cupid’s dart
Which innocence could never have foreseen.
Like autumn’s shadow, love brought with it changeInspiring beauty, colour and contrast
A novelty so crisp, intense and strange
Surreal and dreamlike, how long would it last?
Then callous winter came with biting frost,My heart, so stung and pained from bitter cold
Absconded; broken, bleeding, bruised and lost
Is presently in winter’s numbing hold
You’ve come, the dawning rays of spring, I know.My heart recoils, it cannot yet let go.