Monday, July 26, 2010

Italian Sonnet

Faerie Tale

The lady walks throughout the marketplace
She dips her hand among the ivory pearls
And all around her face the spice that whirls
It keeps her from the one she loves, his face
Always before her eyes, but not to lace
Her fingers with his own. The fabric furls
About her head with her loose hair it twirls
And traps her in the human realm no trace
Of him she cannot call her own until
She spreads the faerie ointment 'crost her eyes
The mortal world falls silent and more still
She turns and sees for gone are human lies
He waits to take her with him past the rill
That keeps the foolish mortal from the Seelie wise.


  1. kudos on the sonnet :) i have fun writing one now and again, but most of the time trying to make sure everything rhymes, etc is too frustrating! I enjoyed reading this one though.

  2. Hi Catherine! Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I'm glad you enjoyed the sonnet. I normally reserve form poetry for those times when I'm in the mood for a challenge. :) Most of the time, I'd rather break the rules than follow them. ;)

  3. @Hadassah Fey

    you're welcome--anytime! yes, form poetry is good for a challenge. most of the time i'd rather do whatever i want too ;)


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