Blesséd cheek worships Holy cheek, the Son
is adored with a tender touch, a gentle gaze,
the Madonna, as all mothers, left undone
by life's greatest gift, every sacred phase.
How soft His suckle, how hallowed His cries,
those first words astounded, lightened her heart,
within His warm eyes she watched the sun rise,
though stars sang sad lullabies, Heaven’s concert.
Soon, too soon, will come tremendous sorrow
for the Lamb that she swaddled will one day bleed,
but Jesus just smiles, says, Fear not tomorrow,
Love will provide all the courage we need.
Mary, raised by her own, forever awed
that her arms had once rocked the Grace of God.
*A contemporary "toned" sonnet. Contemporary sonnets do not necessarily use meter, make free use of enjambment and slant rhyme and the syllable count is loose. Most contemporary sonneteers give a fair nod to their predecessors, as they write sonnets because they love the original form, but enjoy modern influences, a freer format and the ability to shake up the status quo.
This sonnet is inspired by the works of Sofonisba Anguissola, a renaissance painter known for her stunning portraits and her depictions of a loving Madonna.
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