Kerry at Real Toads prompted us to write a love sonnet in either the style of Francesco Petrach or Pablo Neruda. I chose to attempt the sytle of Neruda.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Curled Love Notes in Glass
We crush sea shells into the sand
and the feathers of passion take our pain.
The galaxy shining in your eyes plays with the moon
and I wander its star points forgetting to breathe.
Night moves along the beach nudging shadows
to blind lurking eyes determined to judge
ebony sighs upon bare breasts of ivory.
Turquoise waves splash their applause across our skin.
Lost in the depths of you and I we seek no rescue
for our drowning hearts tossed from intolerance’s ship.
We are curled love notes in glass floating on uncertainty.
We watch the horizon for the sun’s knife to slice
through our rendezvous to leave us bleeding in goodbyes.
Before we are stone we kiss the lips of life to seal its memory.
©Susie Clevenger 2013