Sprites Do Dwell
'Neath the Willows, now cloaked in brume,
as streams the night time deepening.
Enshrouding all in shadows womb,
I espy true loves awakening.
Evetide slumber did find a youth,
within the mead, where I do dwell.
Wont was I, to bespell, forsooth,
tis truly, one thing I do well.
Mazed, stands young swain, aside his bay,
embracing nymph, of flaxen hair.
Bedewed, were eyes, by impish fay,
for it be a swine, he holds there.
Of deep laughter, I do partake.
As disenthralled, young swain awakes.
For: Shakespearian or English Sonnet contest
Host: John Freeman
Placement: 7th
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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