Our daughter, Debra, just completed the following sonnet as an assignment in her high school English class. I’ll omit the title of the poem, so you can try to guess: To whom (or to what) is this sonnet addressed?
Black as raven’s feathers, blown on fall’s gale,
You come to me like starlight on water.
What ought I offer such beauty? A tale?
Tales of my love for you – the first falter.
When I first met you I bethought you kind.
Yet still, to the senses as Hell’s first touch;
To the taste, as harsh as an iron bind;
Truth you are blest as mother I love much.
Years there have been, still you hold me captive,
Captive of beauty, eternity bound!
I’m reduced to drinking – seductive;
I inhale that white steam that left me cowed.
And now you have heard my tale: come to stay,
You who stole me body and soul, I pray.
Black coffee??
Good guess, Marmee! that’s about all I’ve got too, Mom–black coffee.
You are both such good guessers. 🙂
I had no idea (is it because I don’t drink coffee? Nah. I’m just not good with guessing!) It’s very nicely written.
Darren says that that it’s beautiful but the weirdest thing he’s ever read. 😛
Impressive, Dubie! We both commented on how great her complection looks too. Is she feeling healthier these days?
Poor Debra is sick today with stomach flu. Hopefully no one else gets it.