Original Poetry: A Cold Season

[honorat]

by Honorat

This is an assignment I gave my students: Write a sonnet with the rhyme scheme: quiet, kiss, riot, abyss, trees, June, peas, prune, crystal, bar, pistol, guitar, brooded, concluded.

So I did one too, and here it is for what it's worth. You can guess what kind of weather we've been having around here--it's -25 C.


Inquire into origins of quiet.
Winter mystery touched with snowflake's kiss
On frozen branches, in icy riot
Tracing fractals. Glimpse into the abyss
Of darkest lake, a silver sky in trees
Caught a prisoner forever from June
warmth and the flirting fragrance of sweet peas.
In some distant hand, chill knives of frost prune
the soft lines of life into sharp, crystal
Planes, glittering. From summer's heat a bar
Forever, the black ice cracks, a pistol
Shot. The lone wind strums through boughs like guitar
Strings, its bitter song; a cold thought brooded
O'er arctic world, unmoving, still, concluded.

Comments

[honorat.livejournal.com]

I'm really not normally a poet myself, but since I teach poetry, I have to give it a try once in awhile. I'm starting to like sonnets though. This is my third this year.