In the distant calling sea sppeds forth a noble Trojan ship,
Aeneas wandering hopeless toward a beckoning nest.
The dove's sweet wings sing intention of her tender bleeding breast,
tender from Cupid's wounds she spoke these pains from flushed lip,
"O Aeneas, may I be the isle thou seek along this trip?"
The enamored hero nurtured here, the gods he tends to test,
for Dido swept his wandering heart to that blissful lover's rest;
blind to fate, he had not seen city roots so apt to rip.
Fate is a cruel master for a doubly indentured knave.
Her soul is cut in two, bowing to love, and burnt by fire;
A dream drew dear Aeneas far from the arms of his queen.
Love proved no protection to Dido, its devoutest slave;
A fleeting eternity exposed fueled an anger that lit her funeral pyre,
and fates cut thread as ships did tread on seas his mast cut to seams.
| Petrarchan sonnet... wish i knew a few english instructors that would cover that, or any other for of sonnet. I'm more Shakespearean myself when it comes to sonneteering.|
i must say, this piece is captivating. i read this off a hunch. most people will write a bad poem then call it a sonnet in hopes of getting attention, though it does not follow the proper setup of a sonnet. makes me want to breakdown and beat someone with a book.
|| Posted on 2005-04-08 00:00:00 | by hybridmagnolia | [ Reply to This ] || Do you ever say "Aeneas" and just start laughing? I sure do.|
One doesn't see much in the way of Petrarchan sonnets. Good choice.
Oh, spelling typo. First line:
"In the distant calling sea sppeds"
Unless that is some kind of weird Greek thing.
I like the last two stanzas for their mirrored nature... pyre with fire, and indentured knave and a devout slave. The style itself I don't think is condusive to much except telling the story itself, but you did that most excellently.
|| Posted on 2005-04-08 00:00:00 | by DeadGod | [ Reply to This ] |