Month: October 2021

Sonnet 504

On By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment
On evenings when no craven moon would light
The woods and moors around that ancient house,
There lived a crone whose simple glimpse gave fright—
Whose bent form reeked of darkness, dread and doubt.
The bold, to varied distance oft might creep
‘Twixt gnarled snags to view rank horrors there,
Where misty sightings would haunt peaceful sleep
A fortnight’s breadth, and for some—ever more.
On Hallows’ eve when souls would leave the grave
To walk the earth and breathe of mortal air,
God fearing men with trembling souls to save
Would from their torch lit hollows stand and stare
Their faith unsure—what dire command to heed?
While fear and angst like poison roots did breed.

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Sonnet 503

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Was it true love—or mere propinquity,
A nexus met with hearts in passion primed
Or Heaven’s hand that marked our destiny
Two souls converging, perfectly aligned?
If this be so, had paths not crossed that day
Would we then wander, each alone—forever,
Our courses parallel, yet staid at bay,
Connubial bliss unfound, fond hope dissevered?
Dear hearts all seek out love and so do find
Within their fancied quest—a vision clear,
Belovèd truth in which all stars align—
A singular where life and love cohere.
Although through eyes we see the only one…
Such truths subtend the angle of the sun.

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Sonnet 502

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The words she spoke were glazed with honey dew
To hide the acrid taste upon her tongue,
Still more, the force strained smile to half undo
Prior words that dubbed him, naught but devil’s dung.
Two hearts once joined in compact, heaven-blessed
Now dueled face to face with pistols aimed—
Yet blast contained, hair triggers hate-caressed,
Red hot in zeal to see the other maimed.
Perhaps dubiety did stay the ire
Of seething will beneath forged iron masks,
Restrained combatants, each did hold their fire
And stayed the carnage full redress would ask;
The meeting brief upon that crowded street—
But long the plan the next they ever meet.

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Sonnet 501

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To my eye, dear love, you never seem old
Though visions oft diffract in memory;
As flooded eyes may warp what we behold
So too can features shift in poignancy;
Still, when I look at you, I see through time,
As through clear windows onto gardens green
Where stand reflections—but beyond in kind,
The truest essence of that which is seen.
Here most your present floats upon the past,
A paned reflection of unquestioned truth,
As if beyond your likeness, mirrored in glass—
A purer image of your love worn worth.
‘Tis then my eyes swell full with pleasured tears,
Whilst I gaze on love’s fond remembered years.

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Sonnet 500

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One gold September God bestowed on earth
From out her mother’s warmth a blessing clear,
A precious joy of yet immeasured worth
Love swaddled in soft robes of nascent cheer;
Tears stung my eyes that then began to stream,
Surfeit of hopes and dreams I held for her;
I swore to move the earth with might supreme,
To every happiness her life ensure.
There like a flower she in beauty grew—
A peerless blossom washed by virtue’s rain
With all the confidence that faith imbues
And all the prowess right of brawn and brain.
As time did pass, what wonder there to see
That she had grown to all I dreamt she’d be.

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Sonnet 499

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Caught unaware, the dawn light slowly rising
My mind still coddling gentle thoughts of you,
Beyond, the waning shadow world enticing
Me to join them as they bid adieu.
I know there to I will yet someday follow
When heaven’s torch shall cease to light my way,
There I shall greet them in their sleepy hollow—
Where weary souls in gentle sojourn stay.
You are still the sacred tie that binds me
To this wide stage that ever hails the sun
And stays my passage to nihility
Where, reft of you, I shall eke on alone.
For this sole cause in mortal light I bide,
And shun all gloom that might your visage hide.

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