Flaming June for M lady Traytray

sonnet in iambic pentameter

 

 

 

 

Flaming June.

 

The night descends so suddenly.

It’s darker than it ought to be.

 Unless I’m wrong the month is June

It’s not supposed to get dark soon

but then again it’s rained all day

from weeping clouds of iron grey.

What happened to the summer sun?

This cold and damp is not much fun.

It makes my old joints ache and creak

 although I know I’m not unique.

Arthritis is a malady

 which will respond quite readily.

To a good dose of warm sunlight

A month or two would put me right.

 

8-Jun-08

 

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Reviews

[Solst Rapture]

This is brief, yet poignant. The short sharp bounce of rhythm created a nice joyful, yet slightly sombre feeling in me. Your resilience resonated in this poem in a stark way. It must be painful, yet you dream of the sunlight and respect and appreciate it's healing power.

My most memorable line:

from weeping clouds of iron grey.

Thank you, this was punchy and uplifting.