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Details | Sonnet |

Angel Lady - A Petrarchan Sonnet

     The sea wind blows her shining chestnut hair
            That flows as from a hidden mountain spring,
             Which, as the skylark rising on the wing,
       Flies heavenward up, as if in homage rare.

        I follow with my eyes this lady fair
             Who walks along the beach and gently sings,
             Quite unaware of all the joy she brings,
         But of my presence she is unaware.

              This heavenly vision glides before my eyes; 
              Then, as a sunbeam plays its devilish tricks,
               She seems to vanish quickly without trace.

               But is she but an angel in disguise?
               I search the empty beach with eyes transfixed
               But never more will see her lovely face.


Copyright 2014
 

Copyright © Josie Whitehead | Year Posted 2014


Details | Sonnet |

a gay sonnet

A Friday of Gayness 

Today I drove to Faro town I wanted a meal of tuna steak with 
onions at the café I used to frequent fifteen years ago.
The place had gone upmarket and so had the prices one waiter 
remembered me but not my wife and she took a dislike to him  
said he was effeminate; the café has two parts, one with a wine bar 
I mostly sat there.  Oscar Wilde came in or someone looking as him, 
he remarked of what he had observed during the day an intelligent 
mind who could recite his own poems beautifully .

I decide to become gay too, to be frivolous and happy, but avoid 
the sex thing the very thought made me shudder.
Alas, I had to drive my wife home I tried to translate some of 
Oscar`s remarks into Portuguese, she didn`t think it was funny
But that was my fault telling jokes is not my metier so I was 
back being my pedestrian self 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016

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saragossa sonnet

 Saragossa Sonnet  
There is a place in the mid-Atlantic an island made of sea tare 
and the mist never lifts sea and storm avoid this island 
that in the middle has a pyre that must be kept alive and old men
sit cross-legged around the pyre and feed it dry bones 
of sailors who have sought shelter but end up having their throats slit  
hung up like stock-fish to dry on the eastern side of the island.
They never talk about this but it is well known that a salted thigh
bone lasts a week and is delicious with boiled sea-tare.

You can`t see the people who live there clearly they are  sons 
of mist and fog an unholy alliance sex without pleasure, but they
must go on the pyre must be fed, if not the sun will break through
and they and their home will disappear as it never existed

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016