A new friend recently reminded me of the beauty of a bygone time’s romance language. When I saw wordle #19 in The Sunday Whirl, http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/, the words looked like they had been selected for poetry from that period. How could I pass up the chance to jot a Shakespearean sonnet?
The words for this week are: residue, turn, skins, truth, dust, trunk, matter, breeze, cloak, vessel, sweeps, fervent.
By Mike Patrick
Thou dare to don the cloak of innocence
with residue of fervent sin still plain
upon thy soul? Thou speak grandiloquence
all whilst thy honor lies before thee slain.
No oratory breeze can sweep out truth,
though turned to dust within thy vessel of
uncommon lies; those which you use in routh.
Unless thou wish to face my blade, my love’s
engaging laugh should ne’er fall on thy ears.
It matters not what trunk of parchment skins
doth hold thou vaulted verse which draws her tears.
Sleep well this night, tomorrow ends your sins
as angry words will not my weapon be.
My bride reserves her love for none but me.