Poetic Asides challenged us with a Sonnet, today. Shakespeare was a master – I’m just a novice. But I gave it a try and came up with this draft. It was inspired by thoughts of spring and the frequent storms we see to get during this time of year.
Unbroken sky of silent blue plays host
To shining sun who wants to rule the sky.
This epic battle starts, unknown to most,
But those astute, might catch it with their eye.
The clouds roll in to block the fiery sun.
Then to and fro it moves to cast its rays.
It burns through mists so mortals have their fun.
Dismayed by clouds that block it with their grays.
When tempest reaches it’s epitome,
The storms unfurl and lightning takes the stage.
And you might think the sun died instantly,
For rains and winds and storms bare all their rage.
Though in the end the winner’s not so plain
Because the morn will bring the sun, again.
- Taking Shakespeare’s Sonnets to the Streets of New York (artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com)