A sonnet: The memory of Janus
This was one of my first attempts at a sonnet. In this I wanted to explore the dual nature of memory as exemplified by the two-faced god Janus. Memory is a double-edged sword, and it records not only that which makes us happy but also that which has the potential to cause great unhappiness.
The Memory of Janus
In tranquil slumber, Mem’ry grasped my hand
She, speaking softly, promised only bliss
We ambled through forgotten verdant land
with skin caressed by childhood summer’s kiss
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Midst youthful lore and Mem’ry’s guiding light,
I gaze upon the blessed friends of past
And mirth-filled faces offers sweetened sight
Of merry visions, time’s long arm since cast
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Lo sudden storms appear and heart’s beat race
Now vanished friends cede ground to grey stone tomb
And mother rises from neath earth’s embrace
To show how Mem’ry cheats, my mind to doom
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With terror’s grasp, I wake from frightful dream
A final mem’ry…mother’s dying scream
