Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Sonnet

Resolve

'...and then the lighting of the lamps.'
                                    -T.S. Eliot


Swallows flit and dart, the glow of evening
   settles o'er the fields, the day is fading;
sunset gilds the sky with glorious luster,
   vibrant reds and golds, and softer shading.
Lamps are lit, the countryside is flickering
   in candlelight, the cows are coming home;
peacefulness descends in waves of twilight,
   the animals are safe, no need to roam.
Horses tethered to their posts are waiting
   for the exertions of the day ahead;
farmers partake, extinguish their candles
   to darkness, and then take themselves to bed
      to pray for courage to endure their toil,
      for days they spend in harness to the soil.

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Debbie Duncan January 16, 2013 at 8:37 PM Oh I love it Keith ;}

Kathryn Collins July 8, 2012 at 12:09 PM Keith - This is just beautiful. Another old master. "harness to the soil" love, Kathy

Andrea Dietrich July 5, 2012 at 8:56 PM Wonderful sonnet!! And more a modern one. I am seeing alternate line rhymes only half the time. What a great way to experiment with the sonnet form. If I were reading a book on sonnets, this is an example of the kind of sonnet I would want to be seeing.

Sara Kendrick July 5, 2012 at 5:35 PM Enjoyed reading your descriptive and expressive work..The last four lines remind me of my father who prayed everyday for strenght for that day...Sara

Tim Ryerson July 5, 2012 at 5:07 PM This peaceful pastoral sonnet suggests that you may be a farmer yourself, Keith...really enjoyed this fine piece of writing - Tim