This is my attempt to give a Petrarchan sonnet a modern world twist.
Snatched as prey in an eagles terse talons,
New vantage over the landscape, dangling,
Boiling up within, gushes a hot spring,
Wet feverish lust, fired up neurons,
Grey eyes howling, celebrated icons,
Scuttling close, heart pierced by scorpions sting,
Mortal wounding, beats as doves pure white wing,
Lost, seconds sit in space stretching aeons.
“Hi, do you want to place an order, sir?”
Reality pricks like a hedgehogs quill,
“A coffee please” I say shyly to her,
My girlfriends squeeze on my hand sends a chill,
My love, my sweet love, my sweet saboteur,
If she reads minds, I better write my will.
This is my first sonnet – specifically, it’s a Petrarchan sonnet.
It uses a iambic pentameter, as I am learning today, meaning it follows a rhythmic alternation between an unstressed and stressed syllable (iambic), repeated five times (pentameter). Therefor, the complete line contains ten syllables.
Petrarchan sonnets contain 14 lines total. It includes two stanzas, the first is an octave (eight lines), followed by a sestet (six lines). In the first stanza, the octave, the rhyme is composed in a ABBAABBA order, descending, whilst the in the second, the sestet, it can be assembled in CDCDCD or CDECDE.
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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