Gothic Sonnet

   

   

GOTHIC SONNET

For The Three Muses: gothic. Elements from Allison Pennington, Jen Maddocks, Vintage Moth, and Valorie Wibbens. The poem is mine:

Gothic Sonnet

The moonlit field is haunted by the brush
of hunting shadow wings. The field mouse stops --
her heart a frantic rythym in the hush
of grassy murmur, field brook rush, the plop
of water on the rocks -- as wings dip once
then down the sound of owl descending, loud
to ears now straining for the sound of pounce!
that predatory whoosh! that final shout.
Does field-mouse shudder, thick with fear, her bones
astutter as she hears her death descend
from high above? Does owl, the hunter, groan
aloud, anticipating hunger's end?
Or does the field mouse see an angel loom
with love? And owl, a sin he must assume?

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Comments

[Sim Lignon]

Very beautiful, subtle and elegant work, both for words and for graphics!

[Ann Baker]

This is beautiful, my friend.

[michele s]

beautiful. xo