I Kin Write My Name As Good As Wol

Cheeky Missy

(sonnet # MMMMMMMDCCXXXVIII)

 

 

Ere morning 'gins to warm the black night's dense

Void hearken: robins sing beyond the veil

(And these new concrete walls) of dawn. Those pale

First hints of Sunday like on tiptoe hence

Grow slowly stronger; how orange fringes thence

Soft blue, the city lights half dimmed, and they'll

Assure me they are singing like t'avail.

Now day shifts t'ward a yawn I'm tired, for sense.

Read Pooh Bear, to find 'gain what we as t'were

Had taen for granted, as the world we knew

Was shaped thereby afore we spelled in tour

Our names and which day t'was. Skies brighten through

The minutes of my sleepy watch and stir

Faint hopes I'll soon find rest, that I'd see You.

 

23May21a

 

#winniethepooh #sonnet #dawn #sunday

 

  • Author: Chic George (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 7th, 2022 03:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: Like all my sonnets, this morsel/vignette is loaded and requires consideration. Enjoy!
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Fay Slimm.

    Ah - and I do so enjoy your valued sonnets dear long-time friend - thanking you for honouring our midst with your apt talents for bringing us treats of Olde English. Great to see you posting again.

    • Cheeky Missy

      You're very welcome! Love you!



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