We met in the dark of the night, didn’t we
I knew for sure, for you, no one was I
Me with my rent heart, invisible me
Why I never was of note, tell me why!
Shadow boxing, through the darkened shadows
Black eyes we gave ourselves, blackest of black
Throw punches we did, at each other throw
Dark souls devouring each other in dark!
Light I felt when saw an inkling of light
Purged of all despair, uncertainty purged
Fight the black veil, O my beloved, fight!
Emerge from the obsidian depths emerge!
No more residing in penumbra, you know
Blow gently sweet wind of love gently blow!
Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Laura, says:
Your challenge is simply(!):
write a sonnet poem of 14 lines and 10 syllables (iambic pentameter is optional extra)
choose the Italian, English or French rhyme form
start and end each line with the same word (including derivatives and homophones)
put ‘shadow’ or its derivative in your title
use the notion of shadow as metaphor or reality somewhere in your poem.
I have written an English sonnet in pentameter. ( Writing again in iambic pentameter would have driven me crazy;) )
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