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Sonnet 35 'The Happy Lark Sings Dulcet Resurrection'

The happy lark sings dulcet Resurrection!
His silver strands, like notes, weave pearly cloth,
Abide no warring, strife or misdirection;
The Little Folk come softly to the wroth,
And make them glad and wakeful in new Sun.
Elves almost show themselves, then whirl away!
They cannot stop their mischief, for the fun,
They do not flee from shadows, for ‘tis day.
O!  Silver cloth, white song bright, interwoven,
Clothe now each weary soul in Glory, pray!
O!  Fiery tongues, anointing us with cloven
White flames, teach us prophetic words to say…
Here, breath of babies, sprung from Springtime’s grace
Surrounds roses, in clouds… chiffon and lace…

3/19/2019

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/19/2019 7:01:00 PM

this is VERY classy sonnet writing, Andrew. You know very well how to write them. I see you had a few lines without the "usual" ten syllables. This is ok to do and I hope it is not counted against you. Something this lovely is how Shakespeare used to do his and I would notice reading Shakespeare, he sometimes had 9 or 11 syllables in a line or two. It's all about the meter, not the "number" and so I really hope the sponsor of this contest realizes this and scores this one high.

Andrew Fairchild
Date: 3/19/2019 8:04:00 PM

Thank you! That's really nice! I hope the importance of the essence will prevail over adherence to the rigidity of the form, as you are right, I do have a couple of nonstandard lines, mainly due to feminine endings I think! Anyway, thank you for your kind words!