The sonnet, for me, is difficult. For today, I cobbled together what is a least an honest iambic pentameter in Shakespeare’s English sonnet format and rhyming scheme. It is not that the form is so demanding, although it really is, it is just that nothing I can write will ever remotely resemble Shakespeare’s work. All attempts are destined to be disappointments.
What I threw together today for a sonnet example would pass no critic’s test. To make it acceptable would take me a week if the initial writing time was any indication, but working in the archaic English is kind of fun. Still, I think I got the third verse right. See what you think.
LOVE SONNET NUMBER ONE
By Mike Patrick
Did God decide to bless a fool like I?
Is love then destined for the very few?
Then in God’s holy wisdom I rely;
I honor Him by keeping our love true.
How sad the nights for those who know you not;
Poor souls who dream of love such as we share.
What Hell could e’er be darker than the thought
Of life away from my sweet angel fair?
Alas, so fast doth passion’s fire conclude . . .
Until your breast doth softly kiss my hand.
With trembling hand, I slowly you denude,
And love’s hot treasure, once again is fanned.
No sleep disturbed my night alone with you.
The day hath come, and still our love’s not through.