A Sonnet I'm a'Pimping
Hi all! Yes, the prompt at lj_scribe reeled me in again this week.
Normally, they go for a bit of anything, but they were more specific this week, and asked for a Shakespearian inspired sonnet in iambic pentameter.
I can feel the eyes glazing over at the mention of this - but it's not as dull as it sounds. If you're a bit rusty with this stuff, a sonnet is simply a 14 line poem, with rhymes that alternate every second line, with the last two lines rhyming. Iambic pentameter when used in poetry is simply a rhythm of ten syllables per line, in groups of two, with a slight emphasis on the second syllable of each group, though spoken smoothly, not in a jerky fashion: dada dada dada dada dada. See? not that bad - basically, that's pretty much it. I'm sure I would have had to write at least one sonnet as a kid in school - but I can't for the life of me remember, so this is ostensibly my first one. I've read a lot of old Will's though, so something must have sunken in.
So here it is, with a little explanatory intro:
Every so often you look at your kid(s), often in a rather mundane setting or situation, and you're overwhelmed with this fierce, incredible realisation of your love for them that just takes you over entirely. You always love them this way, but in these moments, it all comes to the fore and it literally takes your breath away.
This prompt inspired me to write about just such a moment that happened a few weeks ago.
Sonnet for My Son
I watch you as you sit, the campfire's glow
Plays softly on your features, and the play
Reflects your inner beauty, and I know,
I love you, more than words can ever say.
The stars shine in the night sky up above,
Ink black as is the jet that grace your eyes,
I wonder at the fierceness of my love,
And know it for the kind that never dies.
I sigh; you hear and turn to me and smile
You own my heart, and I can scarcely breathe,
And I thank the gods for giving me this child,
This wond'rous be'ng, this miracle, bequeath.
In moments rare I catch a glimpse, to see,
The good, kind, loving man you'll grow to be.
What can I say? I love my manic munchkin...
You can find it on the scribe HERE if you feel inclined to +1, and I may be annoying and ask you to vote in the finalist poll in a few days if I make it in and you liked it. Or, if you'd like to read all the other submissions too, just follow the link at the top of this post, and it will bring you to the page with all entries.
Yet again, I'll apologise for the lack of cut - LJ is mucking up in my neck of the woods in the font and cut departments (I typed that very carefully - imagine the typo you could make there!). I've had two unsuccessful attempts at posting this - hopefully third time's the charm.
Normally, they go for a bit of anything, but they were more specific this week, and asked for a Shakespearian inspired sonnet in iambic pentameter.
I can feel the eyes glazing over at the mention of this - but it's not as dull as it sounds. If you're a bit rusty with this stuff, a sonnet is simply a 14 line poem, with rhymes that alternate every second line, with the last two lines rhyming. Iambic pentameter when used in poetry is simply a rhythm of ten syllables per line, in groups of two, with a slight emphasis on the second syllable of each group, though spoken smoothly, not in a jerky fashion: dada dada dada dada dada. See? not that bad - basically, that's pretty much it. I'm sure I would have had to write at least one sonnet as a kid in school - but I can't for the life of me remember, so this is ostensibly my first one. I've read a lot of old Will's though, so something must have sunken in.
So here it is, with a little explanatory intro:
Every so often you look at your kid(s), often in a rather mundane setting or situation, and you're overwhelmed with this fierce, incredible realisation of your love for them that just takes you over entirely. You always love them this way, but in these moments, it all comes to the fore and it literally takes your breath away.
This prompt inspired me to write about just such a moment that happened a few weeks ago.
Sonnet for My Son
I watch you as you sit, the campfire's glow
Plays softly on your features, and the play
Reflects your inner beauty, and I know,
I love you, more than words can ever say.
The stars shine in the night sky up above,
Ink black as is the jet that grace your eyes,
I wonder at the fierceness of my love,
And know it for the kind that never dies.
I sigh; you hear and turn to me and smile
You own my heart, and I can scarcely breathe,
And I thank the gods for giving me this child,
This wond'rous be'ng, this miracle, bequeath.
In moments rare I catch a glimpse, to see,
The good, kind, loving man you'll grow to be.
What can I say? I love my manic munchkin...
You can find it on the scribe HERE if you feel inclined to +1, and I may be annoying and ask you to vote in the finalist poll in a few days if I make it in and you liked it. Or, if you'd like to read all the other submissions too, just follow the link at the top of this post, and it will bring you to the page with all entries.
Yet again, I'll apologise for the lack of cut - LJ is mucking up in my neck of the woods in the font and cut departments (I typed that very carefully - imagine the typo you could make there!). I've had two unsuccessful attempts at posting this - hopefully third time's the charm.