The Ancient Lady
She is ancient, tall and wise
Her slender frame so frail
Skin so smooth, but deathly pale
Bright against dark skies
Against her soon the wind will rise
Against her let it rail
I pray the lord she does not fail
As with the storm she vies
And thus begins an epic fight
To beat the mighty gale
And as she heads into the night
Who knows where she may trail
Dawn breaks at last it’s such a sight
As once more she sets sail
Contest : Italian Sonnet
5th place
Contest : OLD CONTEST ENTRY
8th place
Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2010
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