Sonnet 504

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
To those who saw that form, grey as a mouse.
The bold, to varied distance oft might creep
Between bent snags to view rank horrors there,
Where sight alone would mar all peaceful sleep
For yet a fortnight and in others, more.
On Hallows’ eve when souls would leave the grave
To walk the earth and breathe of mortal air,
God fearing men with living souls to save
Would from their torch lit hollows stand and stare
Unsure of what their faith bade them to do…
As angst and paranoia slowly grew.

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Sonnet 503

So was it love or pure propinquity,
A timing right of hearts in passion primed
Or will of God, all knowing, there to see
That two as one in holy rights entwine?
If this be so, had we not met that day
Would we then ponder on alone forever
Where you bide on and as a maiden stay,
Connubial bliss unfound, fond hope dissevered?
Dear hearts all seek of love and so do find
Within their fancied quest a vision clear,
An imaged truth in which all stars align,
That point where pleasured purpose does cohere.
Although through eyes we see the only one,
Such truths subtend the angle of the sun.

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Sonnet 502

The words she spoke were glazed with honey dew
To hide the acrid taste upon her tongue,
And then the force strained smile to there beshrew
That what she once proclaimed the devils’s dung.
Two hearts once joined in compact, heaven blessed
Now dueling face to face with pistols aimed,
Yet blast restrained, hair triggers hate caressed,
Red hot desire to see the other maimed.
Perhaps dubiety did stay the ire
Of seething will beneath forged iron masks,
Restraining duelers each to hold their fire
And stay the carnage full redress would ask;
The meeting brief upon that busy street—
But long the plan the next they ever meet.

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Sonnet 501

To my eye, dear love, you never seem old
For vision oft diffracts in memory,
As flooded eyes may change what we behold,
So may sweet visage morph in poignancy;
Thus when I look at you I see through time
As through clear windows over gardens green
Where stand reflections, but beyond in kind,
The true depiction of that which is seen.
So does your present float upon the past
As paned reflection of a doubted truth,
As if upon your likeness mirrored on glass—
A second image of your love worn worth.
‘Tis then my eyes fair swell with pleasured tears,
And I gaze on love’s fond remembered years.

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Sonnet 500

One gold September God bestowed on earth
From out her mother’s warmth a treasure 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 in virtue’s rain
With all the confidence that faith imbues
And too, all deftness quite of brawn and brain.
With passing time, what wonder there to see
That she had grown to all I dreamt she’d be.

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Sonnet 499

Caught unaware, the dawn light slowly rising
My mind still coddling gentle thoughts of you,
Outside the waning shadow world enticing
Me to follow, as they softly bid adieu.
I know there to I will yet someday follow
When heaven’s torch no longer shows my way
Then shall I join them in their sleepy hollow,
That place where emptied souls in sojourn stay.
You are still the purposed tie that binds me
To this wide stage that ever greets the sun
And stay my passage to nihility
Where, reft of you, I shall so feel alone.
For this sole cause in mortal light I bide,
And shun all gloom that might your visage hide.

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