Month: January 2023

Sonnet 571

On By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment
Cimmerian scenes rough etched in ice and snow
Upon broad empty fields, bare and lean;
From out the hedgerows desperate shadows flow
Bled on blank white now reft of gold and green.
A feeble sun ignites the icicles
Which slowly melt into bright tears of joy;
That gelid grip now seems inimical
As so to harken back the siege of Troy.
This hint of springtime dripping from the eaves
Turns harrowed thoughts to images of you
That heartens so a soul yet still bereaved
By your long absence, sadness still to rule.
Yet in those silver drops some hope to find;
But you still gone, and winter on my mind.
 

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Sonnet 570

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For you alone make this grey house a home:
You are the sconce above the table fare
Which cradles light that so dispels all gloom
And softly accents loving fruit laid there.
You are the frill frond curtains of delight
That welcomes sunshine ‘cross the window’s sill
To fill drab rooms with cheerful dappled light
Which then upon swept spotless floors does spill.
The hearthstones warm still from the homespun fire
Where riddled coals bespeak their hearty praise;
The smell of fresh baked bread upon the air
And gentle laughter sung to souls upraise.
A god spun woman bright and fancy free:
The sterling best of female liberty.

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