Grief: A sonnet
Now publishing various poems of mine on Medium
Grief
The misty fields out yonder dormant lay
and silence veils the darkened land at eve
In chamber lonely, shadows dance and play
whilst orchids’ scent — strength of Death seeks to cleave
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My love in quiet stony rest now lies
what mournful fear my beating heart does seize.
How vile a world when lovers’ angel dies.
What beauty stands when life of lover flees?
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Alas! The cry of newborn grief stirs me
one final act of love from angel’s ploy
a cherub purchased from Death for high fee
The grief so bold thus cedes to mood of joy
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Made I a vow, that grief should follow not
into the sun that shone on morrow’s tot
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Reason for writing
When people think of a sonnet, traditionally they think of a love sonnet from Shakespeare or some such. But there is no reason not to explore any theme which touches upon human experience. Loss and new life are all fodder for expression through human form. In this poem, the juxtaposition between profound grief and joy at the emergence of new life is explored. But of course, new life cannot extinguish the sense of loss, or the pain of memory.
